The older I get, the more I have to actually think about pacing myself. When I was in my early twenties, when I still had thick, wavy hair, I could stay up till all hours of the night and hit the ground running the next morning with no problem.
Now, I can still stay up late and get things done (in fact, I am most definitely more creative and productive at night). The difference, is…instead of hitting the ground running, I often find myself hitting the medicine cabinet for migraine relief. Or at best, feel myself dragging through the next day. This is especially unfortunate at about 5:30pm when I’m finally getting ready to leave the office and discover a: I have a 7pm meeting at church or b: I’ve forgotten about a 7:30pm game or band concert for one of my children. At that point, all I can do is regroup and somehow power through, right?
About that time, I realize that staying up late wasn’t such a good idea after all. Instead, I should probably accept the fact that I’m middle aged or pretty darn close. I need to pace myself. Life’s a marathon, right? I want to live to see my grandchildren one day.
I’m reminded that even Jesus paced himself. He took time to get away and recharge. He took time to rest. He took time to pray. If it’s good enough for Jesus, I’m pretty sure it’s good enough for me.
What’s so hilarious is the fact that most of the things I’m doing can easily wait till tomorrow. No one’s pushing me as hard as I’m pushing myself. What about you? Do you have a good pace of life? Do you balance home/work/friends/fun well? Instead of giving God a big “part” of your life, do you include God in all the parts of your life?
Well, this has been a good break from the rest of my day…time to get back to “work”.