People often ask me how I stay focused or productive when I work from home, and the truth is, I've worked remotely way longer than I’ve ever worked in a physical office.
Outside of college, I got an eight-to-five copywriter and editor job at a literary consultancy that forced me to learn how to manage my time well. I had to pump out a certain amount of content every day, so I quickly learned (1) I couldn’t wait for creativity to strike and (2) I had to take advantage of every hour to complete my daily tasks.
Disclaimer: I received this book for free from the publisher, P&R Publishing. This in no way affects my opinion of this devotional.
I can't believe 2018 is coming to a close soon. This time of year I find myself reflecting on the wonderful books I've read as well as the devotionals I plan to dig into in the new year. I've acquired quite a few life-changing devotionals recently, including Love Came Down at Christmas by Sinclair Ferguson, an advent devotional that I just started.
I’ve been thinking about this topic for a while now and have wanted to share my thoughts with you, but I really wanted to let it “steep.” I revitalized the blog this year and fell back in love with my RSS reader—keeping it old school—and honestly, it’s giving me life.
I was pretty passionate about blogging in 2011–2014(ish). I’d say those were the “golden years” of blogging for me, even though many bloggers would probably say I was late to the game.
I listen, on average, to one or two audiobooks a month. I love them. Every now and then, I meet someone who’s never listened to an audiobook but has always wanted to.
But for whatever reason, it’s hard to get into the practice or habit of listening to audiobooks when you’re not used to it, especially when other forms of entertainment are out there (and I love listening to a good podcast or binging a Netflix show, too!).
I cannot believe it’s almost November. Truly, I’m shocked how quickly time has gone by. The leaves are beginning to change here in Raleigh, life is settling into a new rhythm, and I find myself craving—more or less—time to curl up on the couch with a good book and some peppermint tea.
But my days are full. Full of good things, nonetheless, but still full. Prioritizing reading has been hard, but I’ve been trying to cut myself some slack about that.
I recently acquired a few Christian books, and I’m so thankful to have them. I’m officially a regular reviewer for P&R Publishing, which is so exciting, and I just got back from a work conference (CCEF annual conference 2018), which means I brought a box full of books back with me.
October is the one month I actually feel pressure to read certain kinds of books, and most of the time, that pressure is welcome.
I love the idea of reading spooky or creepy books in the fall, but sometimes I just can't decide which thriller to pick up, and I end up not reading any spooky books. It's like a weird kind of reading paralysis, and it's just plain silly.
September was such a full month y'all. As summer winds down and the fall routines begin, that familiar, cozy feeling is creeping in. The days are getting shorter, the house smells like delicious soup, my wardrobe is full of chunky sweaters again . . . it's all happening.
The beginning of autumn means my schedule is full, too. I'm doing something almost every night of the week. This is kind of unfortunate for my reading life, because autumn is the time of year when I want to read all of the thrillers, all of the mysteries, all of the long fantasy books.
One of my favorite things about reading the Old Testament is the hidden shadows and types of Christ, waiting to be found like buried treasure. There are so many shadows of good things to come, and I often struggle to see them.
But as I read 1 Kings 1, I pray that the Lord would illuminate his Word and bring me clarity: that the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart would be pleasing in his sight (Psalm 19:14).
I'm finally sharing why and how I annotate my books, and you guys, it has enriched my reading so much. I've been full-on annotating books for about two or three months now, and I can't imagine doing it any other way.
I'll admit, I used to be one of those people who would practically hyperventilate when even thinking about writing in books, but that "stage" of my reading life only lasted about two years.