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There is a very real possibility that the following blog post makes no sense. But I'm posting it anyway.
This is what I look like at this very second.
I'm sick. In case you can't tell from the picture. I mainly posted those pics for
Sundy's pleasure. I feel like she might get a kick out of those for some reason.... Maybe everyone else enjoyed them too.
I'm sportin' a hoodie look, as I usually do when I'm sick. It makes me feel better. I don't know why.
Thursday night, I spent the night at my sister's apartment in Redmond. It's only 20 minutes away from where I live. But because I do not own a car, I have the pleasure of using public transportation. Which turns the 20-minute commute to Kayleen's place into an hour and a half commute...that is, if I don't miss a bus due to traffic. Hahaha...I get a kick out of just explaining it. Can you just picture me getting off one bus, trying to figure out where the next bus stop is...somewhere close by...only to find it one minute too late, as I run to try to flag down the bus that I need? Hahaha...it's not funny in the moment. But it's funny replaying it in my head. Guys, I swear under my breath when I'm frustrated. It's something I need to work on. Please don't judge me. I'm an open book; I find it easier to live life when I'm not pretending that I'm perfect. Then I actually have the courage to try to change.
Anyway......
So, I wake up Friday morning, on Kayleen's couch (it's comfortable) with a soar throat. And I think to myself "What the crud? I start a brand new job in 3 days. Dang."
Let me just say...In the year and a half that I've been eating paleo style, this is only the 2nd time I've gotten sick. And BOTH times were RIGHT BEFORE starting a brand new job. I think that says something. Something like...maybe I should never work again. :) Or, I need to learn how to not stress before entering new situations.
So, after waking up and watching Perry eat breakfast (that kid is SO entertaining to watch, especially when she's eating. She treats it as a sport or something. She loves food...SO MUCH.) I head out at about 8:20 a.m. to be able to get home around 10 a.m. But oh...I missed a bus. Hahaha. So I didn't get home 'til closer to 11.
Then I headed to RITE AID and bought every cold medication they had in the "cold" section. The check-out lady was probably afraid to touch the merchandise I had just had in my hands and plopped on the counter for her to scan.
When I got back to my house, I had a sporadic deep conversation with two of my roommates, from which I learned some deep things about one of my roommates. It's funny how those things just spring up out of nowhere. We have now bonded more in 20 minutes than in 3 weeks of living together.
I proceeded to stress out about whether I should skip a day or two of my Couch To 5K program, because I didn't want it to make me more sick, but I didn't want to skip it either. After asking Facebook's opinion (because really, with modern technology and social media, who makes decisions on their own anymore?) I decided to go jogging.
I'm now volunteering at a place called The Healing Center (a community for grieving individuals who've lost loved ones to death) and I needed to stop by yesterday to drop something off. It's about 2 miles away from me, and I thought 'I'll just jog there, and then I'll take the bus back.'
So, I jogged there. The jogging seemed to help me feel better, which made me happy...and I was glad I decided to go for it. UNTIL...my journey home.
I realized, that it probably wasn't the smartest thing to be outside in the cold wind, with a sweaty body. I waited for the bus...and it was like 10 minutes late. While I was waiting, a high school or middle school let out...and before I knew it, a MILLION kids were swarming in front of me. By the time I was finally able to get on to the CITY BUS (since when do kids not ride their own school bus home???) the bus was too full for me to get on! WHAT? So, I proceeded to walk home...because I was ticked, and just didn't want to wait longer for another bus. So, my sweaty, sick body was outside in the cold for over an hour. How smart am I? SO smart.
Guys, the moral of my story is, there is no moral. This is my life. I do what I want, when I want. It's wonderful and not wonderful all at the same time. I have no one to take care of...no one to report to. It's fabulous and not fabulous all at the same time. I have no husband to argue with...no husband to support me in my break-downs. I have no screaming kids to keep me from the things I want to pursue; I have no laughing children to remind me of the reality of God's love.
Envy is stupid. So is jealousy. We have no clue of people's challenges. They may seem smaller than our own, but guess what...they're so different from ours, we can't even begin to imagine how that person is experiencing life...let alone their challenges.
It is what it is. I'm sick. And I have my hoodie to comfort me. And netflix. :)
