Back into the routine

One of the benefits of being away is realizing how insane one’s life has become. Take, for instance, my commute. I live 9km from the office, but I commute at least 2 hours a day when I have to drop everyone off on the way to work. Man, would I like a second car. Then there’s the weather. Unlike those in other countries, like the one I just visited, I can choose to move, and yet I’m here. Why anyone would choose to live in this weather is beyond me. My main struggle is how hard it is to do what I feel called to do. So much gets in the way. I said to Charlene that it sometimes feels like 80% of my energy is spent getting to my important work, rather than being spent on my important work. I don’t mean to complain, but the routine does feel a tad insane. On the good side: I love my family, and I love the main stuff that I’m supposed to be doing. But would I ever like to escape the commute, the cold, and the distractions.