What are YOUR Golf Balls?

The Mayonnaise Jar

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day is not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and two cups of coffee.

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him.

When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and fills it with golf balls.

He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured it into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.

He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else.

He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous “YES”.

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

“Now,” said the professor, as the laughter subsided, “I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things – God, family,
children, health, friends, and favorite passions. Things, that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the things that matter like your job, house, and car. The sand is everything else — the small stuff.” he said.

“If you put the sand into the jar first,” he continued, “There is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are
important to you…” he told them.

“So… pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Worship with your family. Play with your children. Take your partner out to dinner. Spend time with good friends. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the dripping tap. Take care of the golf balls first — the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.”

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.

The professor smiled and said, “I’m glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.”

Please share this with other “Golf Balls”

Flu, Flu Go Away (PLEEEEEEAAASE!!!)

kleenex-fluI’m not sure whether it’s a case of self-fulfilling prophecy or what, but I knew this tax season was going to be a little rough and BOY WAS I RIGHT.  Three days into it and I have the flu.

Let me back track a little for those of you who don’t know (seeing as I have moved my blog life and many of you may be finding me for the first time in this location).  My husband works for an amazing CPA firm and they do A LOT of taxes.  This means that from January 1st until April 15th, I am a single parent from sunup til sundown seven days a week.  This year, due to the federal government’s enormous game of fiscal chicken, tax season has been slightly delayed.  So instead of losing my guy on January 1st this year, his company did not start with their appointments until February 1st.

Why is this year any different from years past, you ask?  Well, aside from having given birth to our beautiful little girl seven short weeks ago, I also have three older children who clamor for my attention when I’m not (and usually even when I am) working.  Add to that the six graduate credits I have to take this semester in order to keep my scholarship along with the 25-30 hours a week where I’m actually working and I have a pretty full plate.  And I’m trying to blog again.

Being a professional juggler is nothing new and, usually, I’m pretty good at it, but I don’t do sick very well.  I get extremely grumpy and tired (who doesn’t) and my brain seems to lose all functionality.  In fact, I am falling asleep a little at the keyboard right now.

The Vitamin C regimen is in full effect, I have Michael and Gracie both cuddled up on the floor in my bedroom and Baby Bella is cooing away on my bed while I work, study and blog.

My precious Gracie made up a nice little song for me:

Flu, Flu, go away
Don’t come back another day
Everybody wants to play
So flu please go away.  

Precious.