Nada.

“And Nothing is very strong: strong enough to steal away a man’s best years not in sweet sins but in a dreary flickering of the mind over it knows not what and knows not why, in the gratification of curiosities so feeble that the man is only half aware of them, in drumming of fingers and kicking of heels, in whistling tunes that he does not like, or in the long, dim labyrinth of reveries that have not even lust or ambition to give them a relish, but which, once chance association has started them, the creature is too weak and fuddled to shake off.” [screwtape to wormword.]

I don’t know about you, internet world. But I find that I manage to waste precious hours, minutes, and even seconds when on the way to “check one thing” on the computer… I was so rolling-on-the-floor-laughing, my heart throbbing with conviction, as I heard this last month.

Here’s a little blurb for your viewing pleasure:

My typical day consists of the basics: reading, praying, getting kids on potties, preparing breakfast, cleaning it up, laundry, dishes, getting puzzles out, cleaning up messes, preparing lunch, wiping faces, eating lunch, brushing teeth, putting kids down for naps, working on photography stuff for an hour or two, getting dinner prepped, getting kids up from naps, eating dinner, cleaning up, laundry, brushing more teeth, bath time, story time getting kids down for the night, you get the picture…. That doesn’t include when I have a deadline, or think of something else that needs to be done, errands, one-on-one time with the kids. And thus you see why it is imperative that I don’t get lost. As my husband just said to the children. (Literally, V just asked, “Where’s Mama?” And Randy responds, “She’s lost.”)
Yes, internet, I am blogging before bedtime. I must go. But think on it. How much time do you accidentally waste on “nothing?”
For me, for us, I want 2011 to be a year of passionate determination. Of intentionality in everything. Pursuing new dreams. And taking captive the dreariness of self-focused, mediocre thoughts of not-much-depth. Let’s cut the talk. And walk the walk.