So..my days are spinning very fast, I hardly have enough time to catch my breath and think twice about things..mostly, mundane things. And on a weekend--yes, on a blessed Sunday, I have to sit down and work on my reports. How unfortunate, actually. I try to pacify myself by thinking, "This is an act of care for the children". Somehow, it gives me enough complacency to stay seated on my bed with this pile of papers. Still, I haven't started on any of it. And I reckon, I'm not gonna finish anything even if I stay up the whole evening.
Clearly, everyone deserves a break. Perhaps, this urge to defer my work on a day where I'm supposed to be resting, is actually an act of sanity. That's why although I am utterly disappointed with my irresponsibility, I could at least forgive myself and take a breather. After all, how can you fill other's cup if you have ran out of water as well?
Still..I'm thankful. I'm thankful that God has blessed me with this job, even though I'm having a hard time keeping up with the responsibility and stress that it entails. Because at the end of the day, I know that with my every hard work, I'm helping someone else's life.
God guide me, and fill me with more love to share and wisdom to impart.
