the sands of time

I don’t know if anyone has noticed, but my posts have been predominately photo-centered lately. It occurred to me that the reason is that I have not had time to write. This feels like a cop-out sort of thing to say, but it also feels very much like the frank truth. And I don’t even have TV or radio to fill time—but it still is all filled!
I’m not really sure how this happens, but I do hope that it shall pass, and that the time to write shall return.
I am pretty sure that my over-busyness is a simply byproduct of newness is this job/life. Part of it is also due to the fact that this particular job is life-consuming because of the fact that I am housed in the church home; this leads to a constant stream of activity in the home and a subsequent lack of “self” time. Another aspect that crunches time is my reliance on my own two feet, or rides with others, for transportation: errands, activities, and business just takes longer these days.
So what, I wonder, am I doing with my life as it is? Ok. Thinking . . .
I attend Church Wednesdays, Sunday Mornings, and Sunday Evenings. I plan twice weekly Youth Meetings/Outings [last night was cooking night, making lasagna together at my place. Today was horse-back riding day, thanks to a contact I have made with the owner of a local horse farm]. I plan and teach Sunday School. I take whatever Church events are taking place in any given week. I go to choir practice. I sing with the choir.
I manage this house, dealing with plumbing, landscaping, cleaning, and anything that needs doing to prepare for the arrival of a hopefully soon-to-come new pastor. I clean. I re-clean after youth meetings. I clean again. I re-clean again ☺
I buy food for youth events. I prepare said food. I buy more food. I prepare said more food ☺ I tweak the website I’ve been setting up for the church.
I meet with other Youth Workers, through the island-wide Youth Workers' Association. I try to figure out how to manage all my paperwork so that this new Youth Program is properly documented, legally run, and safely conducted.
Well, you get the idea. We all have this thing called life, and it sort of demands to be lived for us all—we no doubt all know what it feels like to run out of time, all the time!
I do hope to—no, plan to—have some decent writings soon. As soon as I can settle into a more normal routine. But in the meantime, please be patient with me as I keep up with my job—with my life—here in this new role in which I find myself.