A day of rest
Sometimes a day of rest truly is one. Today I have missed my spiritual food for recouping. Five days of continuous work is hard for me. And as much as I'd like not to cry I do anyhow.
One day of rest and then six days of work. This coming from a person that used to do four jobs every day. Now I can do one and then some but other days I can barely do one.
Though in my struggles of today I am thankful to recognize I need sleep. More like I recognize my soul says STOP. Extreme fatigue and muscle weakness has put me in a stance of jello. To walk I am wobbly and leaning on wall and other objects at a sloth pace.
Still my sense of humor is keeping me going. I am smiling and crying. But am grateful to persevere through the roughness.
Now if only there was a way Starbucks delivered coffees I would be ecstatic. Alas just roll over in bed and fall back to sleep. Praying for forgiveness in not attending my meeting this morning.
A hope.
Now back to sleep I go.
One day of rest and then six days of work. This coming from a person that used to do four jobs every day. Now I can do one and then some but other days I can barely do one.
Though in my struggles of today I am thankful to recognize I need sleep. More like I recognize my soul says STOP. Extreme fatigue and muscle weakness has put me in a stance of jello. To walk I am wobbly and leaning on wall and other objects at a sloth pace.
Still my sense of humor is keeping me going. I am smiling and crying. But am grateful to persevere through the roughness.
Now if only there was a way Starbucks delivered coffees I would be ecstatic. Alas just roll over in bed and fall back to sleep. Praying for forgiveness in not attending my meeting this morning.
A hope.
Now back to sleep I go.
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