With a group of other people (my specific group is all people in ministry), we are working toward "starting" to make changes, do bigger things, facing our fears, etc. My goal for this time of 24 days is to make the most of my time. And get more things accomplished that I just don't seem to have time to do in the day. So, one of the big changes I'm making is simply getting up way earlier.
On a good day, I'm usually up before 6am. I totally love being up early in the mornings before my family and having lots of time to spend in my Bible and in prayer. However, if I wait until 6am to get up to try and get that done, inevitably someone in my house will wake up early - and there goes my quiet time. Or I just don't have near enough time with Jesus as I want and yet the kids still have to be at school, I still have to be at work, things still have to get done and the world still goes on, whether I've had some good time with Jesus or not. And that simply will not do.
Then there's the dreaded exercise. Y'all. I really hate to exercise. My husband enjoys exercising. My best friend LOVES it. Like, obsessively loves it. (we are super opposite in so many ways - another post for another time - but still the best of friends). I don't know if I will ever in my lifetime begin to remotely enjoy exercise, but I'm also not ignorant to the fact that I need to exercise. This is another area that if time didn't permit, I certainly wasn't going to make time. It has totally not been on my priority list. But with this whole Start thing, plus the fact that my husband would like to eventually take me to someplace that would require a swimsuit as normal attire throughout the day, and perhaps even a bit of conceit because I just wanna LOOK good, I have broken this bad boy out.
I hate her. Honestly. And I hate the whole time I'm working out. The only time I like is when I get to fall down on the floor for just a second while I suck wind before nearly killing my abs. BUT. I do like how I feel because I've worked out. Notice I didn't say I like how I feel after I work out. No no. I pretty much walk like I'm 80 for a few days. But I feel good that I've put the effort in and made it through. So I'm making the effort.
Another thing that I want to try and get accomplished is laundry. With 6 people wearing no telling how many different outfits a day, we go through a few dirty clothes at our house. I figure if I'm up that early anyway, I might as well start a load while my coffee is brewing and then can switch it over to the dryer after Jillian has thoroughly kicked my hiney. I got 1 load done and another started this morning. There's a certain feeling of accomplishment when you have empty laundry hampers.
Getting up 3 hours before I have to leave my house and having read my Bible AND worked out all before 5:45am has made me feel rather accomplished the past couple of days. And I like that. I think I shall continue....