Monday Motivation: 9.8.25 - The Point of it All

I'm dead tired right now writing this as I'm being run ragged by a 3-year-old. I committed to writing something here today because I said I would.

Most nights, I'm woken up twice from my sleep—once to let her in my bed and then another time to try to get some space, as she likes to lay directly in the middle of my pillow even though I'm 7x bigger than her.

I digress.

My mornings start with me hitting snooze, hoping the extra 9 minutes will give an energy boost (it never does). I roll out of bed at 5:39 to start my morning routine. Sometimes I even get all the way to brushing my teeth before a thunderous, "Where's Dada?" echoes through the house. If I'm lucky, the morning starts with hugs and kisses. If not, there's a tantrum to quell.

That's usually followed by me whisking the princess away to the potty on her personal carriage (me) and getting her morning routine started. The wife and I alternate between who gets to workout in the morning vs. who takes the princess to school. So either I have a sweat or a commute. Either way, I'm tired.

And my reward for all of this?

I get to start work at 8:30 a.m., go nonstop until 5:00-ish p.m. serving clients, and then hope to God that I didn't forget to bring snacks as I rush out the door for school pickup in the evening.

When we get back, there's an hour for Bluey and eating dinner, followed by me washing the dishes before bath time. Then there are 2–3 books to read 2–3 times before we get her settled into the night around 8:30 p.m. She needs one of our presence until about 9:30 p.m. (because monsters) to fully fall asleep, and she'll be up again at 11 p.m. to demand her space in our bed.

Before the cutest room squatter enters, I may get an hour to send emails, finish up a work task, read a book, catch up on the news, doom scroll social, and get a glimpse of whatever game is on (all at the same time, of course).

Then I do it again the next day and the day after that too, etc. Rise and repeat.

This all of may sound draining, because it is.

But it's also the best my life has ever been.

It's exactly what I prayed for, what I'm committed to, and what I've worked so hard for all these years. Life got better when I stopped asking God to give me a lighter load to carry and started asking Him for greater capacity.

The point of all of this is to remember that when you plant seeds in fertile ground, you'll have a full harvest.

And I'm full.

✌🏽. ❤️. 📈 . 🤲🏾