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If I fall along the way, pick me up and dust me off

August 21, 2008

I’m letting my cereal digest so I don’t get a stitch when I run. Running is hard enough without adding stupid little things like stitches.

I’m not supposed to be home right now, but I am. Yesterday morning I left Ft. Walton Beach feeling quite pukey, and the pukiness actually turned into puking, which led to me going home instead of flying all over the place. It’s frustrating, but it is what it is. I’m tired of the stress this surgery is putting on me to earn as much and work as much so I can save tons of money. I think I need to give myself a break. I’m doing pretty good.

Ft. Walton was surprisingly nice on Tuesday. We had the entire day down there and spent part of it on the beach. The weather was beautiful with no signs of the hurricane/tropical storm that’s hovering around Florida.

The past week has overwhelmed me with sad things happening. It’s hard to understand all the terrible things that happen, and it’s even harder to know how to be of help to those who are suffering. On Saturday our friend Isabella delivered her son, Ryken, at 22 weeks. He lived for a few minutes. It is heartbreaking and frustrating to not be able to do anything to ease the pain. Thankfully our heavenly Father can comfort in ways we’ll never know and it’s a reminder to lean more heavily on Him. There have been several other deaths lately and as Jamie reminded me yesterday we need to realize how fragile our lives our and live them to the fullest.

Needless to say, this week has felt sub-par. It’s been one of those weeks when I hate my job, though it may just be because it’s keeping me away from those I love. Now that I’m home, I’m going to enjoy it here, and let the chips fall where they may.

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