Restless

I am restless. It's an odd feeling, one I'm not used to. I've been feeling this way for the past week or so.

Our apartment is clean. My daily chores take under an hour because everything stays clean. This is a great problem to have, but I am used to housework taking half the day! I have organized most everything in the apartment, sorting through our belongings and paring down as much as possible. We still have a few packed boxes stacked up in the spare room but I haven't convinced myself to discard those yet.

I spend between an hour and 1.5 hours per day studying Japanese. I feel like I'm actually learning something! Yesterday, I tried listening to a podcast and understood small pieces of it. When we finally reach Japan, I'm hoping to be able to communicate with those who live there.

I don't know what else to do with myself. I've read way too many historical Christian fiction books in the past three weeks and I'm kind of burned out on fiction. I need to spend more time quilting but haven't yet set aside blocks of time to do it.

The basic cause of my restlessness is that I'm trying to eliminate activities that are useless. I don't want to waste my life on earth, having God ask me what I did with my time. Several bloggers I follow have been talking about what is Good vs. Better vs. Best. They are encouraging their readers to spend time on what is Best, rather than what is Good, Better, or Bad. Now I've been spending a lot of time determining if my activities qualify as the Best use of my time/resources/energy.

If I hold myself to a higher standard of only pursuing activities that are considered the Best, what does that include? I still don't know.

A rambling post, but a few of my thoughts.