Oops, sorry!

Okay, so its been awhile since I've posted. Lately, I've been contemplating the busyness of life. Why do we fill things up in our life? I've heard stories about what "life used to be like" or maybe even "what America used to be like". (Yes, yes, I know that means no electricity or girls only wearing skirts or riding a horse to school or segregation. I appreciate the differences in growth, but I am simply acknowledging the fact that I would like life to slow down.) I love life and thoroughly enjoy it, yet its sooo busy. I'm challenging myself to take time for conscientious thought before saying "yes" to the next person that asks me to add something else to my plate!