So hello September! August, we hardly knew ye...
August was a whirlwind of activity for numerous reasons:
1) Getting our rental in New Home.
2) Driving back from New Home with the animals
3) Having all our worldly possessions put into our home by movers - and then trying to find them!
4) Having to say goodbye to two old friends (Cedric and Fergus) within 3 weeks of each other.
5) Having The Ravishing Mrs. TB and Na Clann arrive here from Old Home.
6) Having to completely manage my first audit from an NGO that allows us to market product.
Whew!
What strikes me as I now try to dig back out from the rubble of what is my life is what creatures of habit we can become. A little disruption to my schedule, and suddenly all of my good intentions and goals fall apart. Which raises the question: how seriously was I committed to those things anyway?
It's easy to develop a regime and goal living on your own, confining your responsibilities and actions to yourself. It's much more difficult to do the same when you have the reality of life impinging in.
Yet I continue to cling to those things as if I could accomplish them, when in fact it may more be a case of my pride rather than realistic chances.
What are goals? What are meaningful things? What has true value, what is valueless, and what is merely to make me feel better about myself?
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