And she's still here...
First, I can't believe how much of a blur summer has been. June and July were extremely busy for us. August will hopefully allow for a bit more downtime and enjoyment of what summer is supposed to be.
Second, I'm on here because I need it. I should be better about posting regularly. Perhaps I need to have a specific time of the week for my blog. It seems I have to regulate other things in my life this way in order to accomplish them.
Back to my point. I'm here because I need to download. I had a rough night last night. In reflection, I think it was a perfect storm of mental stress, hormones, and maybe a carryover dose of Sunday night syndrom on a Monday.
Allow me to explain. We've been contemplating a variety of housing and employment scenarios lately. I can't say they have been high intensity debates, but they require emotional and mental energy. We also had a great weekend, balancing family, friends, relaxation, play, and a few projects. It is when great weekends, particularly spent with important people in my life, come to an end that I have a let down. Hence, my deeming it "Sunday Night Syndrome". An e-mail from work that I saw as a threat to some of the intrinsic benefits of my current place of employment may have been the straw the busted the camel.
The perfect storm emerged after resting quietly with Jeremiah in his bed. It was a sweet emotional moment that reminded me that other things didn't matter, but yet that was why I broke. Perhaps I realized how much I was WASTING on these other issues in my mind and my heart.
Second, I'm on here because I need it. I should be better about posting regularly. Perhaps I need to have a specific time of the week for my blog. It seems I have to regulate other things in my life this way in order to accomplish them.
Back to my point. I'm here because I need to download. I had a rough night last night. In reflection, I think it was a perfect storm of mental stress, hormones, and maybe a carryover dose of Sunday night syndrom on a Monday.
Allow me to explain. We've been contemplating a variety of housing and employment scenarios lately. I can't say they have been high intensity debates, but they require emotional and mental energy. We also had a great weekend, balancing family, friends, relaxation, play, and a few projects. It is when great weekends, particularly spent with important people in my life, come to an end that I have a let down. Hence, my deeming it "Sunday Night Syndrome". An e-mail from work that I saw as a threat to some of the intrinsic benefits of my current place of employment may have been the straw the busted the camel.
The perfect storm emerged after resting quietly with Jeremiah in his bed. It was a sweet emotional moment that reminded me that other things didn't matter, but yet that was why I broke. Perhaps I realized how much I was WASTING on these other issues in my mind and my heart.