I'm beyond weary.
Had one of those days where I was sure I'd left my brain somewhere.
Maybe by the side of the road.
A good sleep will help.
Ironically early this morning a line from a song went flitting through my head:
I even talked to God on my way to work about doing just that.
Then I had the first day ever where I hated my job.
Before a co worker had much more time than to say good morning to me I vented my feelings.
Not really the kind of first I'm proud of making.
It didn't take long for me to see my ego in the midst of it all.
It's too long and boring and perhaps not fit for my blog, even anonymous as it is, but most of my life's frustrations usually boil down to ego of some magnitude or other. My job has given me numerous opportunities to see this.
Earlier this morning I turned on the TV and watched some of the miners being rescued.
What is it that makes the tears just flow unbidden while watching something like that? Do times like that make one know at some deeper level just how connected we all are? I have no idea.
Ironically my boss told me today that that Johnny Reid song above is her life's motto. I hadn't mentioned it to her at all.
She then said that the news of the miners was a wonderful change from the mostly doom and gloom one hears instead.
Those miners, in some way, did change the world today.