Status update: a little less crazy.
Still adjusting to doing "work" four nights a week on top of my usual job, but I think my stress level went down two notches after a restful weekend of Indian food, church, long runs, sleeping in, and Jack Bauer.
Makensy and T'Keyah and I keep talking about Christmas (I know it is still 99 degrees) but I'm already dreaming. Dreaming about wearing pants and drinking tea. Dreaming about Nat King Cole and Christmas lights. About glorious routine and snow and molasses cookies and cold cold nights to heap on the comforters. About spicy smells and sci-fi books and never sweating in my car.
Anyway. Elaine finally came back from her maternity leave, and I didn't even know how much I missed her, until I was laughing my guts out, and hearing my own enthusiasm at full throttle. I'm not a naturally optimistic person, but the child in her brings out the child in me.
And in everything, God is good. Some moments I come home, and stand at my kitchen sink, talking to my parents, and I'm so... satisfied.
I'm not winning everyday.
God hasn't blessed me with the love of my life, but I have awesome friends to fight this fight. I have the honor of spending all this time with my ridiculously wonderful parents and family, and I forget about the societal pressure of moving out for a minute. Our home is a retreat.
From the foolish things I do during the day.
From the heartbreaking wickedness that rests even in such a quiet, conservative part of America.
God has given me home.
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