Some days I just do not feel like writing
Instead I feel like…
This sinus infection is getting old. And the antibiotic is giving me nausea.
I have a hundred thousand things I need to do (and don’t feel like doing) and a hundred million things I want to do (and don’t feel like doing, or can’t at the moment).
Restlessness (the kind that slumbers deep within, not the cabin-fever kind) raises its head and begins its low growl. I wonder, do I not understand how to be content? Or is God preparing me for another, scarier, bigger step?
Thus, you see, I am having difficulty contemplating and preparing a cohesive post. It’s just thought vomit. But at least, when it’s all out there, I can look at it.