Oh My Word...or...er...Words...
Woah. It's been...um... 6 1/2 months? Man alive. Too long...and again, the only excuse is not taking the time to do this.
Funny how that works... when I was in college, I thought I had no time. Yet I kept up my 3 blogs quite extensively.
Then I got married... and thought I had no time... yet I kept up with tasks around the house, and even tossed in the occasional blog post.
Now, I have a kid, and I KNOW I've got no time...UNLESS I make it/take it. It's way too easy to let everything in life slip in and take over all your time, and suddenly you're left with nothing to build into yourself with...nothing to ease the stress of business...and nothing to take the edge off the craziness...
Which is why I'm doing this now. Because we all need a little something to help us just slow things down for a minute or two and take a deep breath...because it's a healthy thing... because it's therapy to me. I write to feel better. To unload. To relax. Just for the sheer joy of getting those thoughts out of my head where they're running around and down onto paper. Or computer screen. Because they're doing no good inside my head... other than tiring me out. This is why papers were never an issue for me in school... and why I kept up those three blogs...because writing is one of the great joys in my life.
Funny how life takes over and steps in the way of some of those joys from time to time.
Don't get me wrong--this isn't a wish to go back to how things were in college, before my wife, and before my daughter. Not for a second. The two of them bring joy into my life in ways I cannot even begin to explain or even fully understand. I'm convinced that my four-month-old daughter already has a sense of humour and comedic timing. It's uncanny.
No, I'm not yearning for a return to yesteryear.
But I am unloading some of my "tired" and "stressed" on this screen.
Because I need it.
Because it's healthy.
Because it's therapy for me.
I stress out too much about my time. I stress out WAY too much about my money. I stress out too much about my goals, dreams, future, wishes, hopes, job, plans, and providing for my family. I stress out too much.
I need to learn to chill out. I need to learn to relax. I need to learn to just kick back, let it all go, and de-stress in whatever ways I can in order to approach and tackle the things that I stress out too much about in an appropriate, healthy, and God-honouring way.
I need to keep learning patience.
To be a better father.
A better husband.
A better employee.
A better leader.
A better man.
Because I need it.
Because it's healthy.
Because it's therapy for me.
On another note: It's Christmas time at the Geleynse's (as well as all over the world, but you know what I mean...)...and this year, it's a Charlie Brown Christmas...meaning it's simple...laid back...slowed down...and scraggly =P
Simple gifts...(meaning REALLY simple)...simple decorations... a free tree (courtesy of a logging road and the BC Government)...which also happens to be the scraggly part of the season...it's simple, but it's Christmas. It's simple, but it's beautiful.
It's simple, but it's home.
Funny how that works... when I was in college, I thought I had no time. Yet I kept up my 3 blogs quite extensively.
Then I got married... and thought I had no time... yet I kept up with tasks around the house, and even tossed in the occasional blog post.
Now, I have a kid, and I KNOW I've got no time...UNLESS I make it/take it. It's way too easy to let everything in life slip in and take over all your time, and suddenly you're left with nothing to build into yourself with...nothing to ease the stress of business...and nothing to take the edge off the craziness...
Which is why I'm doing this now. Because we all need a little something to help us just slow things down for a minute or two and take a deep breath...because it's a healthy thing... because it's therapy to me. I write to feel better. To unload. To relax. Just for the sheer joy of getting those thoughts out of my head where they're running around and down onto paper. Or computer screen. Because they're doing no good inside my head... other than tiring me out. This is why papers were never an issue for me in school... and why I kept up those three blogs...because writing is one of the great joys in my life.
Funny how life takes over and steps in the way of some of those joys from time to time.
Don't get me wrong--this isn't a wish to go back to how things were in college, before my wife, and before my daughter. Not for a second. The two of them bring joy into my life in ways I cannot even begin to explain or even fully understand. I'm convinced that my four-month-old daughter already has a sense of humour and comedic timing. It's uncanny.
No, I'm not yearning for a return to yesteryear.
But I am unloading some of my "tired" and "stressed" on this screen.
Because I need it.
Because it's healthy.
Because it's therapy for me.
I stress out too much about my time. I stress out WAY too much about my money. I stress out too much about my goals, dreams, future, wishes, hopes, job, plans, and providing for my family. I stress out too much.
I need to learn to chill out. I need to learn to relax. I need to learn to just kick back, let it all go, and de-stress in whatever ways I can in order to approach and tackle the things that I stress out too much about in an appropriate, healthy, and God-honouring way.
I need to keep learning patience.
To be a better father.
A better husband.
A better employee.
A better leader.
A better man.
Because I need it.
Because it's healthy.
Because it's therapy for me.
On another note: It's Christmas time at the Geleynse's (as well as all over the world, but you know what I mean...)...and this year, it's a Charlie Brown Christmas...meaning it's simple...laid back...slowed down...and scraggly =P
Simple gifts...(meaning REALLY simple)...simple decorations... a free tree (courtesy of a logging road and the BC Government)...which also happens to be the scraggly part of the season...it's simple, but it's Christmas. It's simple, but it's beautiful.
It's simple, but it's home.