It's my turn again?

by Marielle Carlisle

Didn't I just write my post? Has it already been two weeks? I must be in the time-flies-by phase of my life. Or is that phase a constant?

My plate is full (and not with chocolate):

We're buying a new house. Inspection is tomorrow. Gotta sell the old house. Any takers?

One more assignment and a final project due in my online Humanities class.

Triple threat callings of YW Camp Director, YW Beehive Advisor, and RS VT Coordinator.

Baby brother is sick. Please don't make big sister sick.

WarBreaker (Seriously Brandon Sanderson, I'm not getting enough sleep as it is)

I. Am. Tired.

I ran a 3K Turkey Trot this last Thanksgiving. I really don't like running, but I had been jogging with the kids in a double jogger for a couple months, and I felt motivated to run. My only goal was to run the entire way and not stop to walk (that's what happened the last time I ran a 3K). My mantra for the entire race was "I can rest when it's over, I can rest when it's over."

I've thought about that, and have decided to make it my unofficial motto in life. There is so much to do, to learn, to serve, that "I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work, the more I live. Life is no 'brief candle' to me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got hold of for a moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on the future generations." — George Bernard Shaw

So, bring it on, full-plate of life! Do your worst! (But be nice about it, please?)