My Time

Please tell me I am not the only one out there who always wonders if she has shaved both armpits after turning off the shower...

I think maybe I will make this 'Philosophical Ponderings' a reoccurring thing.  We will see though, I hate committing. I like the idea of it though. (For all you personality typers out there, these three sentences should be very insightful to you.)

Recently, I've been working around 55 hours a week.  I don't say this to make you feel sorry for me (but if you do that's fine too, just kidding).  But in this, I've thought 'I don't have any time to myself', which isn't true.  (I think I read something else that sparked this too.)  Anyways, then I started thinking my time isn't really my own to begin with.  Who cares if I'm at work or home or anywhere really. It's all time GIVEN to me to in return give and pour into others.  Right now, I'm able to be around and give to others not when I have "my time" but when I'm at work because that's when I'm around people (besides the time I spend with my family).  That's why in the end, I've become perfectly fine with working a lot.  I can build relationships with people in the hopes of pouring into their lives and showing them true love, hope, joy, kindness; showing them Christ.  (Not that I'm perfect or that I rightly reflect this though.)  I just thought it was a simple, practical way God has shown me that my time is not mine and that he is not bound by the American ideal of a 9-5, 40 hour week.

Enough rambling though (maybe...).  I thought I'd give you a few reasons why I love Boise.  This thought has been brought to you by a conversation I had with a friend who moved to Boise, somewhat recently, after living in (none other than) Chicago for many years.
1.  The weather is STILL in the 80's, possibly the 70's later this week.
2.  The cost of living is so REASONABLE (with most things).
3.  There is lower humidity (never mind that we live in basically a desert).
4.  Everyone is so normal.  You never have to worry about what the person, who's path your about to cross, is going to do.
5.  Sunrises and sunsets are like none other than I have seen anywhere else (I honestly want to take a picture of one every time I see it).
6.  Mountains are literally 30-45 minutes away.
7.  People, amazingly, smile at you on the street.
8.  Real skiing (snowboarding) is an actual possibility in the winter on real mountains.
9.  Open spaces.  This displays itself in anything from our wide roads (to help "reduce" traffic) to yards and grass that we get to have in front and back of our own home.
And lastly (not leastly though)
10. My immediate family lives here.

If you've made it with me this far, I thank you!   (In this post or in this whole blog and both!)


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