|Excuse me while I get into a fetal position|
I'm in the same position right now. Ash Wednesday is in two days. I have to start writing and compiling my material. Now. By the end of Lent, I should have seven chapters of the memoir written. Holy crap! If I average ten to fifteen pages a chapter, that could be close to one hundred pages of prose. Yeesh. I say again, "What in the hell have I done?"
On the bright side, I've had a really productive day. I set myself some pretty high goals to accomplish this morning, and I can proudly say that I'm ahead of the game right now. By the time I hit the meetings I have to go to tonight, I should pretty much be done with all of my tasks. That has rarely been happening for me recently. In fact, that rarely happens for me at all. (Yes, I'm patting myself on the back right now. Nobody else is going to do it.)
I am spending my night in church, one meeting followed by another meeting. It's my once-a-month meeting marathon. It sort of makes me feel important. On the other hand, I could get so much more done tonight if I didn't have to go to these gatherings. But go I must. (Yes, I writing like Yoda now.) At the very least, there should be refreshments. Maybe some cookies or cake.
Saint Marty needs to get busy and be even more productive. And he'd like to say one more time, "What have I done?!"