Today was crazy. I knew it would be. When your boss calls the evening before with news that a coworker can't make it to work so could you please cover his after school class, you know it's going to be a long one. That compiled with a regular work day plus an unexpected tamper tantrum (not from me though sorely I was tempted), and the continual running around of official foreigner paperwork has got me beat. So much so that as I passed by my usual home station on my way back for Duchool seconds I contemplated jumping off the train, running up my little mountain, slamming the door, and simply hiding. My job isn't bad at all. In fact I'm reminded of how much of a blessing it is rather than a burden. Today I'm just done.
Now, my logical side has kicked in as my throat tries to release what little emotions I let enter my consciousness. Everyone goes trough days like this. there's a song about it for goodness sakes. Except I can't remember if my mama said it or not. Whether I struggle or not the sun will continue it's course, the children will hopefully learn something from their frazzled teacher. I will eventually get off at my station, climb my little mountain, and close the door. I'm just trying to decided whether to allow myself to bring more emotions into the light before that or not. I'm thinking no. Besides, God has been gracious to remind me of what He can do and how much in control He is...which is totally. I'm just tired from being a crazy person telling my own hand not to grab hold of the reigns again. You know the characters you see on movies who look like one of their hands is posessed as they try to keep it from doing what they don't want it to do? That's me, and I'm tuckered.
much sympathy and empathy directed your way - love you very much, think of you bunches of oats :)
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