I'm So Ashamed
I've been a baaaad blogger.
Four kids is a lot. In particular, the baby is knocking our schedule upside down and inside out. When I get to sleep, I actually dream of sleeping.
Exactly how full do I feel my life is right now? Let me recount a story a friend sent me:
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 proceeded to fill it with golf balls.
He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them 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 an unanimous "yes." The professor then produced two glasses of water from under the table and poured their contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
The story goes on and has a moral, but that's not why I like it. I identify with this story because my life feels like that jar right after the water gets poured in. Baby number four, who is cute as a button by the way, is the water. Not much space left for blogging. But I'm going to try to pick it back up and begin writing again.
Keep in touch.
Four kids is a lot. In particular, the baby is knocking our schedule upside down and inside out. When I get to sleep, I actually dream of sleeping.
Exactly how full do I feel my life is right now? Let me recount a story a friend sent me:
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 proceeded to fill it with golf balls.
He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them 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 an unanimous "yes." The professor then produced two glasses of water from under the table and poured their contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
The story goes on and has a moral, but that's not why I like it. I identify with this story because my life feels like that jar right after the water gets poured in. Baby number four, who is cute as a button by the way, is the water. Not much space left for blogging. But I'm going to try to pick it back up and begin writing again.
Keep in touch.
posted by Neil at 8:27 PM
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