My alarm just went off...again. It's 1:30 in the afternoon (it was only a slight after lunch siesta, so keep your judgements to yourself), and like almost every single time my alarm goes off, I do the same four things: 1. Say to myself no, except in my head it sounds more like, "mnooaoooh!" 2. Turn off the alarm with a fat, clumsy finger, that could never figure out guitar chords and 3. Begin praying three Hail Mary's. Generally I get through the first one, and most of the second one. And the third one...well, sometimes I make it that far and sometimes the bag-monster eats me alive. 4. Realize that I have something I should have been doing about 10 minutes (or sometimes 60 minutes) ago, and spring out of bed in a foggy state of self-flagellation and panic.
And that's my life in a nutshell.
Systems in place to foster good habits? Check.
Following along the proactive path to productivity by working the plan? Not so much.
Beginning new tasks with my own fiat to God's will and a plea for help from His mom? YES!...sort of.
Then reality hits and it's all I can do, to hope that while I'm trying to play catch up from the get-go, the all-holy Theotokos will look down and say, "When is that guy going to learn? Oh well, he's one of mine, here you go," as she directs streams of grace flowing from the side of her Son directly to my dumb self.
Anyways, here we go, post #1 of the Catholic Family Farmer. Say a Hail Mary for me, if you can spare it ;)
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