There are 14 days left in 2022. That’s 14 more days to get that one dreaded thing on my to-do list done. That THING that I keep moving over each week to NEXT week’s to do list. But now I’m running out of weeks, & running out of days. I should just eat the doggone frog and get it done, right?
Aaaarrrrrgggghhhhh! I don’t want to!
“Eat the frog first,” my daily motto at a former job, made days so much easier, giving me something to look forward to pretty early in the day when I’d tackle the biggest projects (the frogs) first thing in the morning. Well, if only I’d have eaten December’s frog before now…
But I haven’t. I haven’t eaten that stupid frog. And that’s okay. I’m actually hoping not to have to eat that frog at all.
And speaking of the last two weeks of December… this is also the last month of writing about what I’ve done each month. This one’s pretty simple, as I stare here at my calendar! Took a three-week class at church, my friend Mike came with me, and I made a new good friend, Kathy. Went to my first “oatmeal party” with Deb, and packed gifts for kids in rural Michigan, went Christmas caroling with my friends, entered my first chili cook-off (and lost), enjoyed a special day with Lyla, went to the Woodside Nativity event with Rory, Holly, all the kids, Beema, and Holly’s folks, saw Amy Grant and Michael W. Smith in concert, had dinner at Camp Ti with Emily, dinner at the Copper Kettle with Reyne, another dinner at Coney with Terri, dinner with Nancy & Bert on a cold Friday night and got to sit by their fireplace, got to see my friend Lynn, landed a sweet new gig doing something I love, and I’m only halfway through the month. There are lots of parties and get-togethers in the coming days, and yes, there’s also that TIME I should carve out for that dreaded frog…
But in the meantime… I’m going to thumb through my 2022 prayer binder so I can be reminded of the people and circumstances I’ve prayed for, and see how God has remained faithful even when I’ve been a nitwit. I’m going to set some 2023 goals, and reflect on all I’ve learned (or failed to learn) in 2022. And I’m going to eat that… that… that stupid FROG!
And this… yes, this, is my final monthly blog on my life of eating out way too often, and doing a halfway decent job of staying in touch with people. I’m pooped. So, here’s to a injury-free, illness-free, COVID-free, bad news-free 2023!
You’ve got 14 days left to eat YOUR frogs! So, go get em!
“Eat a live frog first thing in the morning and nothing worse will happen to you the rest of the day.”