Sometimes you have a good weekend. Restful, reflective, productive, and fun.
But sometimes you have a hard week right after. Even if it is only 2 days long so far.
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Posted in February 2009 …
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Yesterday, I almost got my first speeding ticket. Aside from being expensive and being unable to work it off in traffic school, I would have lost my license bc of it’s commercial class b nature. The officer likes ucla. Extremely grateful for the mercy, though I do not deserve it. I suppose it is not mercy if it’s something you deserve, actually.
Today, I remain ticket-free and am blessedly content with the amount of ‘weekend’ I have already had. Though Saturday night is only getting started, I am settling in for an evening of hard work and (hopefully) plenty of rest as well.
cars and conversations and stress.
I wish I took more pictures of life.
Rainy day traffic (of course, I love the rain, but not the traffic that comes with it) setting my day behind. The sticker on my windshield warning me that it is time to get an oil change. The low fuel light flashing onto my dashboard a few times a week. I can handle these. But not finding one of my tires completely flat and stressing out about when I will find time to get it replaced. And certainly not having my windshield hit by small rocks flying off the back of a big rig truck. Another repair to fit into my packed schedule. Nearly causing a bad car accident shaking me up and nearly bringing me to tears. Tuesday was not a good car day, to say the least.
In other news, I am exhausted and stressed out. But life is good, God provides, and certain people/conversations make me happy.
I just need a break from it all, I am starting to realize. Time to just sleep in, read a book, get organized, not be in constant contact with people, because it is wearing me out. Like I said, conversations are great, but I want to fully appreciate my time with others, rather than wishing I could catch a moment to myself.
It seems almost paradoxical, given that I feel like I hardly see anybody enough. Yet I am constantly surrounded, and we’re all stressed, we’re all running from place to place trying to get things done… And then the people who actually are not running around have trouble understanding, and I feel horrible. I’m only alone when I sleep and when I drive.
Whine whine whine. I love people and I wish I could handle being around them 24/7…
But I can’t anymore.
tidbits
From the week:
Thanks to those who have been praying for me these past few weeks. Things have been busy, I wouldn’t trade it in for the good times I’ve had and getting to see God provide.
February 4
The only picture we ever had together.
Oh Lord, continue to be with the Swards, the Amaviscas, and the rest who are hurting so much this week.
Sometimes
I wish I was a better person.
So many complaints, grievances, insecurities, and things done to let a good time go sour. With so many blessings, why try to push the good out of the way to melt in the bad?
