Like...stupid tired.
The kind of tired that comes from an incredibly stretching, satisfying, used up all of one's mental skills kind of a day.
God, I love this job!
And it keeps getting better each day, even when I don't get it one hundred percent right.
Fr. Boris asked me over dinner a couple of weeks ago if I realized how blessed I was, that how most people never receive the opportunity to live their lives as they wish, as in working the job most suited to them, etc.
I do and did realize it, and I am thankful. I never wanted to spend my life in roles and jobs I disliked, and God has been good to me that way.
Or maybe I just don't have the fortitude to stick out something that's not right for me.
Either way, I'm certainly not...zzz...cranky...anymore...
The kind of tired that comes from an incredibly stretching, satisfying, used up all of one's mental skills kind of a day.
God, I love this job!
And it keeps getting better each day, even when I don't get it one hundred percent right.
Fr. Boris asked me over dinner a couple of weeks ago if I realized how blessed I was, that how most people never receive the opportunity to live their lives as they wish, as in working the job most suited to them, etc.
I do and did realize it, and I am thankful. I never wanted to spend my life in roles and jobs I disliked, and God has been good to me that way.
Or maybe I just don't have the fortitude to stick out something that's not right for me.
Either way, I'm certainly not...zzz...cranky...anymore...
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