It feels lately like my posts all sing the same tune:
I went to see TJ.
TJ came to town.
I had the best weekend.
I can't imagine it's very interesting to anyone else but me. And maybe my family.
But I'm gonna write it down anyway.
For posterity. (sidenote. In all our old home videos, my mom says this line every time they would catch a temper tantrum on camera.)
For memory's sake.
For my grandparents who read along.
For when I want to look back on these days of roommates and freedom and falling in love.
But right now we're in a bit of a holding pattern and it's easy to get restless and feel anxious to get to the next stage. I find myself hurrying through weeks, wishing the weekend would get here so I could get on a plane or train or in the car and get going already.
I'm more easily frustrated by the daily things I still have to do, aka go to work. It feels like I'm killing time until the next trip comes along. And it's not just about TJ, I promise. I've been at my job for over two years now, I've lived in D.C for that same amount of time and lately I've been burnt out on both. I think it has a lot to do with the metro delays every morning and just the repetitiveness of it all.
I haven't written a post like this in a while. Where I expose my heart a little bit and reflect on this post-grad, pre-adulthood season of waiting and wanting. But I always find that when I get it out, write it down, and then read it back to myself I sound a bit... well... whiny. Really impatient and whiny.
I need to remind myself me that this is not how God calls us to face each day- wishing it away for the next one. He makes each day brand new. His promises are new every day. I am new everyday.
I am so thankful for my roommates/sisters/ the people I do life with.
I am thankful I have a job to go to everyday.
I am thankful I can afford to fly North, South, East and West to visit the people I love as frequently as I do.
I am also exactly where He wants me to be today (even on the days when I'd rather be somewhere else). So I will be content with it all. Getting on the metro, going to work, sitting at my desk, going home, fixing dinner, spending time with my roommates, (face-timing with TJ), blogging about the weekend and doing it all again the next week. Rinse, repeat until He calls me to something else.