The fog is clearing and I’m excited about my story again. My only real issue is that I’m at work, and work is busy. I love my job, but my soul is being depleted. I pray there are enough particles of Me left to write a few hundred words at Starbucks after I leave. Finding motivation to write is a lot easier on work days, for some reason. I think when I’m off, my body and mind decide it’s time to get sick and tired. The forcefields that keep the exhaustion and depression away from me when I’m hard at work all fall away. I’m supposed to rest, but I don’t know how to rest. And if I didn’t try to write every day, I think I’d lose ground.
It’s a beautiful day out. I’d like to get a coffee, go to a park and write in a physical journal. That sounds like a beautiful time, but I try not to dwell in yearning. I aim to yearn for my reality. Today is a beautiful day. My soul is tired but at peace. I’m making money, and I’m finding the time to write in my online journal. There are always blessings to be thankful for as long as I’m willing to see them.
It’s a good day, even if it isn’t the perfect day I’d invent for myself.
May the June sun bless you as well.
paullang.blog 
I made it to Starbucks!
LikeLike