I had a hard time moving.
I wanted to be lazy.
I was tired.
I hadn’t been eating right that day most likely.
The weather has been really cold in NY.
I think I was just spacey.
It wasn’t like I did nothing and I was going to do nothing. I did chop celery, cut carrots, sliced onions and made soup that day early for my family and for someone else, dropping it off at their house. It was just my brain was scattered and slow and my house was in need of tender loving care.
But time kept ticking by.
By 3:30 I knew I needed to do something, anything, to get myself out of this funk. I didn’t fully want to try but I prayed. I took out my timer and set it for 5 minutes. God, if I can just do 5 minutes today, be glorified.
There was one area I had avoided (my desk that sits on the side of my living room) for three days. I would glance at it and then pretend it was not there. It seemed daunting. My excuse? There were other things to do or think about. (Have you ever been there?)
So out came that timer.
Five minutes was better than nothing. Just move.
I was slow. I picked up one thing. Then another. Once I started, even though at a slow pace, I realized that “huge mountain” I was so worried about was all in my head. It took only about 3-4 minutes compared to 5.
I felt good.
I thanked God.
Nothing was impossible.
After that I seemed to be moving around the house at full speed getting more done. Wait, what happened here?
Sometimes it just takes 5 minutes.
Be inspired today!