I woke up, feeling rested, cold, but ready to attack the day. Jane was driving down to Grandview, because we had our prophecy room appointments, and we wanted to make sure we were at the front of the line. Yesterday, I had a field day teasing and coiffing my hair into place, and that kind of work doesn't fall out very easily, so when I woke up with a little push a pin here and there I was off to a great start to the day. Hair is very important; as much as I do not want to sound like my mother, it really is important, like, really important. I, also, had purchased new skin wash & acne lotion at target last night and my skin was feeling soft and clean, which is always a nice way to feel when you wake up. It's great having new soaps and such (and by 'new' I mean any, I'm terrible at nightly rituals. I usually just take off my make up with ivory soap and Vasoline, but I've developed something akin to, well, teenage acne breakouts. I hate to have to admit that to anyone, especially on the internet, but it's the truth. Proper soaps and creams seem to be unavoidable at this point in my life, but I digress).
My mood was spectacular. I had spent the previous night thinking and praying favor over our time in the prophecy room, and I had a pretty good feeling that we were going to be encouraged in what was going to be spoken over us. Even though it was cold, the walk was even nice. I felt awake, happy, and pretty; good hair is so crucial, you know?
The prophecy room time was good; no one really said anything that blew me away, but it was encouraging and right on the money, as far as things go.
Actually, it was interesting, about a year ago I went to the prophecy room with Renae because she had reserved a spot for her friend, who got sick, and didn't want to go alone (and, heck, I was always at home, doing nothing). When I was in there, the only things that I really remember (even though I have it written down, someplace, I can't remember where) is that 'waiting on the Lord' was a reoccurring theme, and I was kind of annoyed on that; who wants to know they have to wait a bunch? yeah, not me.
Today what they said to me is that the Lord is delighting in my waiting on him, and He is glad for my hunger for him. And even though it was kind of repeated to me, that I need to wait on the Lord, I'm not as annoyed (not at all,) because now I understand it better, that it's not a punishment; I'm pretty excited to wait on the Lord, to be honest.
ANYWAY.
After we left the prayer room, Jane had to go straight to work, so I ate some breakfast and headed out on a jog. I got new running shoes (as previously mentioned) and I'm still breaking them in; they kill my calves, but I think that's just because they're running shoes and running works out those muscles. I think I'm mostly just a baby and need to keep up with running better. My run was good, even though it's not the same without my ipod, old mates of state and okkervil river aren't terrible things to run to (I'm using my blackberry as an mp3 player) they just aren't the Jonas Brothers. It was cold, but not too cold; the streets are littered with oak leaves and those leaves that look like dinosaur tracks, all yellows and browns, it's fall that makes you realize the positive aspects of Kansas City neighborhoods I think. I came home from my run refreshed, I washed my face, put a dress on and was going to head over to the roasterie to try and write (I'm trying to write everyday, even if I have nothing on my mind) and enjoy the greyness of the day. I was also going to buy a fleece cardigan with pockets from Target that I was eying yesterday, and I was pretty excited to exchange it with the sweater I was wearing, furthering my self-esteem boosting outfit. I went to get out in my car, and I couldn't find my car key...
Now, not being able to find your car key is much less daunting than not being able to find your car, I assure you, but without a key the car is kind of useless. I figured I had just dropped it in my room, and went back upstairs, assuming it would be a two minute trip and then I'd be back and on my merry way. But, two minutes turned into ten which turned into a half hour with turned into two hours which culminated in me having turned my room upside down and in tears on the floor, my good hair falling out of place everywhere and my soft cheeks red, physically unmasking my frustration. Like any responsible adult I kicked some stuff obnoxiously and frantically called my mom (as if she could really do anything, honestly, it seemed like a natural thing to do at the time). After that I calmed down and hashed out my day to my mom over and over, I re-looked through everything in my room, it was three in the afternoon (I first started looking a little after eleven) and I was drained and mad and took a forty five minute nap on my floor (yes, just on my floor). I had bad dreams, a lot of them; it's weird how many bad dreams you can have in a 45 minute nap, but you can, time kind of freezes when you sleep, and dreams that are only a few seconds long can feel like a terribly long time. I never found my car key. (Or, I still haven't found it. And it's twelve hours later). I did find a spare that enables me to drive but (for some reason) not lock my car. And I had to fight to remember why today was starting out as such a good day.
I think that the devil does that. Like that it all was kind of just a ploy to steal away the job I felt earlier, even the joy that I felt from my hair looking nice.
I don't know why I told this story, maybe because I wanted to whine and make it sound like I wasn't, I don't know.
But, in conclusion (ha,) I'm reclaiming my joy, and even if the devil tried he couldn't take it away.
(someone else's really good hair day)
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