overloaded (like imagine a baked potato on steroids)

I. am. tired. You're probably asking, 'Well if you're so dang tired, why on earth are you writing on this thing?' Jolly good question. I don't know if I feel like answering it. Ridiculous-type weeks at the DMH tend to evoke such posts every now and then where I just want to tell the world that I'm not just tired, I'm exhausted, and that I'm tired of being exhausted.

Capice?

I don't know if I spelled that right.

I don't care.

*mischevious grin*

riptides in the dead sea?

So a Monday morning finds me at home. Honestly, I would've rather been tough about it and gone in to work, but something tells me I need to go ahead and sit today out. I feel exhausted, disconnected, a little ashamed, and on top of all this, sitting on the edge of sick & well.

So what to do with the day?

Need to rest. Need to talk with Jesus. I feel like I've been swept away over the past couple of weeks, drawn into other things that deceptively offer peace & rest & healing but in fact bring death, and I haven't fought the current. Like a riptide, perhaps, except that I didn't realize the distance until I became too worn out to do anything about it. Looks like my desert met the ocean and I couldn't tell the difference. :-p

I think I'm gonna troop back upstairs for some quiet before I head off to G-vegas to get my car doctored.

Time flies regardless...

Where did February go?! Actually, I know where most of it went... but I'm still having a hard time believing that March is already here & a quarter over. I've tried my best to keep my eyes wide open instead of coasting through or just surviving each day, but even so the days have found a way to sneak past.

I don't like the sneaking...

So March 7th finds me...
- weary again, even after a two-and-a-half week break from work.
- very much aware of the fact that I desperately need Jesus.
- more aware of my priorities & more committed to acting on them.
- full of just as many questions & frustrations at work as before.
- 32 days closer to marrying Jeromie! :-)

This very moment finds me...
- fretting about work and what it means to make the right decisions each day.
- very headachey.
- homesick.