It was one of those mornings, for the third week in a row only 4 hours a night had been slept, yet again. I woke up to find my hair still wet from the recent shower, still matted from Step Sing hair teasing, and a looming day of an 8:30am class, work, and class and another class until 5, and then STEP SING!!!
If I can just get through the next 4 hours of classes, sleep time, then I'll be fine.
But, my looming morning quickly ended as I briskly walked to my morning class. Every bird in Birmingham was chirping, the mist was rolling in over the mountain, and my perspective changed. This is the day that the Lord has made. I will rejoice and be glad in it. Although tired and incoherent of mind, absence of mind really, I am embracing this day. And will do everything in my ability to focus and absorb its entirety.
I am hanging on by only a thread, but that one thread is strong. [if I pass out, don't call 911. just put me in the corner and elevate my legs and I'll come around shortly. my insurance card is in my wallet if you need it, and I am allergic to Cefzil.]
Take in the mist, leave your anxiety, and think. Thinking is a necessity.
May possibly be the most played song by each individual in our household, and I'll play it once more, a comfort song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6oqXVx3sBOk&feature=related
This song puts me in the mood for a lot of things, like when I need to feel all classy, proper, and prim - though not the version I have, it is the closest one I could find: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQdnChc_th4&feature=results_video&playnext=1&list=PL9C43F9A7E92F3E5D
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