It's January. This is Day 2 of "spiritual emphasis month." Hooray for spiritual emphasis month. (I did not post on Day 1, so don't be looking for it.)
I normally get excited about spiritual emphasis month because, as far as I have gathered, that's what a dedicated and faithful Christian does. They delight to grow closer to the Lord. I really should be more excited. I'm trying fervently to convince myself to be more excited...
I'm not excited. I'm hungry.
And no, I am not spiritually hungry. I am physically hungry at this moment, and I am fighting the urge to go make myself a sandwich or heat up some soup. What I am supposed to be doing right now is grading the small mountain of essays I *must* finish tonight, but it's overwhelming and starting to stress me out because I'm tired, so I'm taking a detour that will probably last a valuable hour to type this entry, which ten people may see if they stop by this blog accidentally. To those ten people: hello! I hope you've had a nice day!
I would go make myself a sandwich, except that I'm supposed to be fasting until 9:00 a.m. tomorrow morning. I strongly dislike fasting. I am a terrible faster, but I always feel so relieved and happy and satisfied after I do, especially when I manage to do it right and for the full length of time I intend to. It's kind of like the feeling you get after your favorite meal, only it usually lasts all day rather than a few hours. I think it will probably take me a lifetime to learn to fast right.
I used to fast religiously every Wednesday. That was back when I was a new convert and happily crazy. I shouldn't say crazy; I was a fanatic, and cheerily so because I did not know how to be anything else. Now, I look back at my new convert self and wonder where that fanatic dedication went. I think it's probably taking an extended vacation in Switzerland.
I have gotten a little bit cozier and have just stretched out my feet across the pile of essays I should be grading. I am guarding them.
I can't stop thinking about my stomach. But I'm supposed to be thinking about Jesus. Rats. Maybe a nice thought about Jesus will pop into my head in a little bit.
I am getting a little too warm in my fuzzy P.J.s now that I'm no longer cold. It's winter (obviously, since it's still the beginning of the year), and it's been really dreary and rainy for the last...oh, month or so. It was cold for a little bit, but it's really more mild right now. I hear it's supposed to drop down to the teens tonight.
School starts Monday, and grades are due Monday morning. I guess I'd better get back to work...
I DON' WANNAAA!
(For the record, ^^this is my mature whine. I included it to show you how I can complain while maintaining the full range and display of human dignity. I think this beautiful juxtaposition is evident in the complaint included above.)
