The irony of my life is that I talk a good game about intentional living, but right now in this season, most days I have no idea whether I’m coming or going. I want to be purposeful in the choices I make, but I can hardly make it through the day without wanting to run away forever. My plans keep changing, my intentions are derailed, and it seems impossible to even get to the store for the few essentials I need.
Today my intentional life looks like making a simple list of what I’d like to accomplish and what I need to accomplish. It looks like lowering my expectations of what I want to do, putting selfish wants aside and serving my family. It’s simple, but it allows me to be fully present. And that’s the point of an intentional life.