Steam Rising from My Coffee

This morning there was steam rising from my coffee. A beautiful thing to behold. That was about two hours ago. And I'm still sitting here on the couch. I started with my devos, then moved on to email and correspondence. So much to do, the days always seem to be getting away from me yet it is not that I am doing nothing in them (although, admittedly, there is plenty of that too--but I defend that because sometimes I just need to lay down). I had Tuesday all organized to get a bunch of work done, and by evening I had really only accomplished two of the tasks. Now granted, the fact that they each took two to three times longer than anticipated does account for that, but it still makes me feel guilty and a little lazy on the inside.
I really do struggle to balance the guilt with the the living part. My mom said that I was "the guiltiest child she knew" and that wasn't about things that I should have been guilty about (you know, like fighting or biting). I was always guilty about other things. I suppose I am somewhat of a driven person, so when I am not actively being a workaholic I feel guilty about that. With having been sick off and on for these last ten years I have struggled with the guilt a little more. Today I am struggling again.
I so desperately want to make every day count! When you have had enough days where you can barely function because of pain or struggle to get out of bed because of heavy fatigue, well, you begin to realize that every moment that you have upright is valuable. I don't want to waste them. Those moments are like steam rising from coffee. It's gone before you have time to notice it was there. You do a few dishes, a load of laundry, fix a shelf, organize a cupboard, bake a little, do some office work, go to bed.
Thinking about it all reminds me again how far I've come. Yes, today my fingers are hurting a little (hopefully more from putting my bed together on Tuesday--lots of little screws, than from something I've been eating or drinking), but I can still type and I know that I will get a lot done today. A lot more than I could have a few years ago. My health is vastly improved. I have much less pain, and I now know the causes of some of the pain and fatigue, which makes them more combatable. I have a lot to be thankful for. There are ups and downs, some days or weeks are still not great, but overall my quality of life has vastly improved.
BUT, am I making any better use of my time now than I was when I spent most of my days in bed? What scent goes up with the steam from my coffee? Is it something pleasant, something glorifying to God? Or just something average or unnoticeable? I trust that the vapor of my life carries a pleasant aroma with it. Something that will make other people smile when they smell it. Something that will make God smile when He smells it.