It has been one of *those* days.
And I don’t say so in a really negative manner. Actually, nothing bad has happened specifically. I have just suffered from a massive lack of sleep and a resulting lack of motivation. Maybe a hint of an oncoming mid-life crisis – yes, I’m closer to 40 than 30 now.
I literally could’ve stayed in bed the entire day, if I would’ve gone by how I feel. I’m doing my best to not go by that, but I wont tell you where I’m writing this from. ‘Scuse me while I fluff up my pillow…
Before you jump to conclusions, yes I did get up this morning, help get kids to school, acknowledge most people, had some great fellowships with church folks, had some good one-on-one with other church folks, get some work done, events scheduled, rehearsals planned, study time, good time with pastor, etc. etc. –
So call this post’s purpose as being one of “learn more about me so you can pray for me the next time you see my eyes glazed over.”
It is true . In the long journey of learning more about God, life, family, and myself, I’ve come to conclusions which I shall now put in pictoral form for you.
Me after a good 9 hours of sleep (yes, sue me, I do better with 9 than 8):
Me with 6 – 7 hours:
How other people see me when I’ve only had *this* much sleep (this = current amount, 4 or less hours):
What I feel like on the inside with that same amount of sleep:
What the above amount of sleep makes any task seem like – even maintaining attention span when talking to someone:
I was going to write about something that literally made by blood rise about 24 degrees last night, but I’ll save that for an upcoming day.
Now pardon me while I try to figure out how to get to the couch and spend time with some precious kiddos. -Pastor Harvey