never been so exhausted from dinner before. my hands feel soggy. a million multitasking to do. a sense of futility.
i was consumed. i have nightmares of presentation. i dream about work. when i wake up it is still there, unfinished. burnt out.
so easily sucked into the cycle of vanity. so quickly forsaking my peace and my freedom.
the more you care, the more upset you get. the oxymoron called love. but imperfect love. because charity beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things.. how far from the mark i am. it's amazing to learn about love.
when time management is not just about managing your own time anymore. it's frustrating, it chains you 24/7, it terrorizes you. how i envy those who are able to let go, and not be so responsible.
it's a spiritual warfare. caught in the midst thereof, it feels like you're in a whirlpool. one moment you are up, another moment tossed in confusion. the helmet of salvation, breastplate of righteousness, belt of truth, shoes of gospel of peace, shield of faith, sword of the Spirit. the Word of God, quick and powerful, a discerner of the thoughts and intents of our heart. let us experience thy quickening and thy power.