Wendy and I often remind the kids that the toughest choices they face in life won’t probably be between good and bad. They will be among good, better, and best.
That’s sure true for us. As we try to figure out how to manage our limited resources of time and energy, we’ve decided to cut down on posting at the Red Balloon Blog. Instead of a new weekly post, we’ll each write once each month. On our off weeks, we’ll either re-post some older, favorite posts, or we’ll post a link to other great stuff out there online. And, we'd LOVE to hear your stories!
This blog has been a huge blessing to us as a couple and as individuals. But we both feel sure that we’ve reached a point in our family where we need to trade in a few good hours every Sunday for some others that may be better or best.
For this week, I wanted to revisit an event a couple years ago when was hospitalized and almost had to have my heart shocked because I was killing myself for work. Living on junk food and caffeine with no exercise, poor sleep hygiene, and absolutely no personal hobbies or pursuits.
Today, 2.5 years later, my Bishop’s blessing that night has truly made a difference. I’m far from perfect, but I’m healthier, happier, and more balanced. I exercise. I eat right. I prioritize my family. I take my medicine and sleep with my cpap. I delegate at work. And I work smarter.
And... drumroll... I don’t drink monster drinks!
A few weeks ago, I landed in the Portland airport, which is my highest trigger for buying a Monster. Not sure why that is. But as soon as I land, the craving hits me like a brick bat.
No worries, though. I bought something else.
I’m grateful to look back and see the huge progress I’ve made. I hope I can say the same thing in two or three more years. I hope the slope of improvement stays as steep.
But most of all, I’m grateful for the gospel. And I’m grateful for the humble service that this wonderful man gave me when I needed it most. It’s had a profound effect on my life.