I had a little heart to heart with my coreleader last night, about how things are going (which is not super well, I've been getting migraines like it was my job, I've had three this month). I didn't mean to be so blunt with her, but it just kind of came out, and I told her that I'm just really burnt out, and I really just hate the nights. Like I crave the morning. I want so badly to be on mornings, not even just days, mornings. I want to go to bed at eleven pm and wake up at five thirty, not eat dinner at eleven at night and go home for the day at six in the morning. I want to be just getting here, after sleeping all night, at six in the morning. I want to be in the prayer room for sets that I like, not waiting around after I've been here for six hours to hear just the beginning of the sets. I don't know, I just want to be normal. I guess for the first time in my life. I think more than anything, nights have mad me realize how anxious I am to grow up and be normal.
I think that Sarah and I may've found a house to live in after the internship. It's actually on the same street that I used to live on, E 107th Terrace, which is a little bit father away than I would've wanted (considering when I lived there it wasn't far from the prayer room, but I also had a car to drive, it took two minutes to drive to the prayer room, but like a half hour to walk to the prayer room). But it's a really nice area, and the house is pretty affordable, and we already might have someone to live with us, Alina, who is my roommate now.
It's nice to have something to move towards, although it's making the last...fifty three days... of the internship do by pretty slowly.
Although, at this point I think anything would make them go by very, very slowly.
You know what else is going by slowly? This night. I'm kind of hungry (tomorrow, I think I'm going to eat chick-fil-a) and I'm just anxious. Also probably breaking rules by reading wikipedia articles in the prayer room.
I have a half and hour to continue doing so.
I'm trying to update my blog more often, you know, but I just can never come up with anything to say.
He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn over all creation. For by Him all things were created that are in heaven and that are on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or principalities or powers. All things were created through Him and for Him. And He is before all things, and in Him all things consist. And He is the head of the body, the church, who is the beginning, the firstborn from the dead, that in all things He may have the preeminence
-Colossians 1:15-18
Open wide my door, my Lord, my Lord...
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