Today I’m posting along with The Gypsy Mama. Her word for today is tired. It’s hard to blog coherently when you’re tired so excuse the rambling…
I just told a coworker this morning how tired I am. Every day this week I’ve been consistent at actually waking up when the alarm goes off at 5:30 and snuggling in bed with my iPhone to read my 12 pages of the Bible in 90 Days plan. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love that by 6:15 in the morning, I am done with my reading for the day and don’t have to think about it anymore. In fact, I love even more that I usually have time to listen to the audio at some point later in the day. But this week I’m also doing the Daniel Fast. I haven’t had sugar (ok, maybe a little in some Balsamic Vinagrette I had at Chickfila on Tuesday) since Sunday afternoon and I think I’m finally feeling the effects. I feel like if I could just drink a tall White Mocha that I’d feel a little more, oh, I don’t know, energy. In the meantime, between the early rising and lack of sugar, I’m tired.
But there’s more tired going on. I’m tired of working and juggling and and having a bad attitude because I’m in a hurry just so I can fit it all in even though I’m not fitting it all in. I’m tired of feeling like i don’t do enough with the girls while I’m attending to work. And yet, I feel like God is calling me to continue working right now so I don’t know how to not feel tired about it all. And honestly, I’m tired of being tired of it all. If I’m to continue for now in this job, then I want to enjoy it and be ok with the station I’m in right now.