There is always time, whether it's five minutes to reorganize a messy counter, jot down an idea for a paragraph, or even pick out a new color to wear in your closet -- or an hour to write a blog post and have fun picking out my own pictures for it.
Our lives are full.
If we are blessed, they will stay that way, because that means we're really LIVING.
My blog is not done. Some pages are barely finished. There's a downloadable PDF with a mistake. My mailing list isn't set up yet. This will be my one and only blog post, once I hit "publish." By all accounts, I should be waiting until everything is perfect to make this thing public.
Just look at all the notes I've taken - figuring out what I'm going to write about and how.
Have I brainstormed enough yet? No? Perhaps another 500 pages later, I'll be ready.
And that's nothing.
I didn't even include all the notes in my blog binder, where I have everything all divided up into neat little categories...