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Do you ever just feel a bit shaky when it comes to life, thoughts seem to creep up and beg to be answered:
“What am I doing with my life?”
“Am I in the right job?”
“Did I get the right degree?”
“Am I living in the right city?”
“Am I religious enough?”
and the list goes on and on…. I have recently been thinking about this and I have to say that this question is mulled over by almost everyone. Almost everyone wonders if the path they are on is the right one and if it isn’t, do we have the strength to change or even more scary, begin again?

Are you one of those people who love looking at funny Church Signs on Social Media? I crack up to no end, but on my runs recently (slowly getting back into the swing of things after January left me wiped) I keep passing a Church with a letter board displaying this: “Be Intentional.” They have left it up for a few weeks and I pass it several times a day on my way in and out of the neighborhood and it has piqued my curiosity. What does being intentional even mean, how do we live a life of intention?

Okay folks so here it is, I watch the Super Bowl every year and I have literally no idea what is going on. I get the basics, 2 teams, ball (which based on past years I have deduced is filled with a certain amount of air to be “fully inflated”) and then I just cringe when these LARGE men go careening through the air and and get all motherly and start with my experasterd, “that can’t be good for them!” “how do they get up after that” “that is going to hurt.” That my good people is how I watch football.

We are so sorry that we skipped last week, I (the writer of your weekly life hack) was dreadfully ill, the kind of ill the makes you want to weep and on top of that, I discovered I was allergic to a particular medication and might I just say, the side effects were more tortuous than the illness to begin with! But let’s be honest, these are the trials and tribulations of a large part of our members. We are trying to live life and hold our head above water and then BAM!

After what was basically a month plus of holiday parties, eating, training for a run, injuring myself after the run, traveling, having the kids off, not waking up to an early alarm..., let me just say that getting back to my regular schedule is a little harsh. I sit up in bed after the alarm goes off and it is like someone yanked me from the folds of a warm and dark oblivion and it takes all my willpower to get my workout clothes on and get moving! The point that I am slowly getting at is that this is par for the course for every January of my entire life.