[i may go down in flames, but i shall not burn]
I had all sorts of things planned today, ranging from running and working out to finally doing laundry and sewing/knitting more things to get dirty and never wash. Instead, I overslept. Did you get the magnitude of that? I not only slept, I overslept, meaning that I got more sleep than was necessary. An end appears to be in sight from going to bed at 4 am and waking up at 8. And while I would have liked to do everything I wanted to accomplish today, I happily take this lack of productivity as a gift.
Sleep sleep, oh glorious sleep. I will never let you go.
A couple of the kids at work told me that they appreciated the fact that I would always tell them the truth, despite it being something that they might not want to acknowledge. Granted, I paraphrased that a little bit. I think the exact terms were “she’ll done tell you straight up and don’t care, but sometimes we need that.” That was kinda nice to hear. I’ve sat January as my date of resignation, but I fluctuate from being extremely unhappy there to having absolutely no concept of leaving. The thing is, my unhappiness doesn’t stem from the job itself, but rather the politics of my position and the constant idiotic flow of drama that, in reality, I know exists in any job environment.
I think a lot of this is just about growing up and resenting it. My only other option seems to be to regress, which I’m not fond of doing. I tell myself it’s senseless to decide these things now anyhow. Two months is a bit in the future and by then, given that I listen, God might give me an absolute answer in lieu of my current indecisiveness. So I pray, and if you pray too, I wouldn’t mind a shout out for me, if you were so inclined.
I need to go make my bed.