It’s now Friday morning in what has felt like one of the longest short work weeks of my life. I’ve felt chronically tired since stepping in the office Tuesday morning, and it has been an overall tired, complete with a hunger for sleep, a mushy mind, two golfer’s elbows, achy arm muscles, and a sense of preparing to be ill, but never quite going there (feeling hot, and yet always on the verge of chills). I don’t know what you do with that. Something weird accosts my body again. The muscle aches are pretty pronounced, and are definitely due to overuse.

Went to Living Free last night and finally sat in on a boundaries class. Heard some good insights that I immediately could use in evaluating myself. I found myself a little angry at the leader dude when I thought about how things went down last year with the G. collapse, and the silence I was greeted with. I don’t know. I guess I was never significant enough in the ministry to warrant concern with my abrupt leave. Well, I think I was. I think it was handled poorly, and if I had no significance to leadership, it’s because someone else minimized my value to the classes. I’m finding I am just more angry now about the whole relationship collapse and its fallout, which I am trying to greet with indifference. Pretty and righteous or not, the way I was tossed aside still leaves me incredulous and begs for explanation. Maybe it’s just because I am so tired this week. The hurt is now more just being pissed off, and then wanting to just say to that “Whatever.” The past is done. I was not wanted or valued for who I was. I acknowledge it and just gotta keep moving on. And maybe punch something soft a time or two to vent.

I guess I still have some forgiving to do.

Yada yada yada. Much of the same.

I am grateful that my concert buddy Christy ended up with an extra ticket for the Rascal Flatts show tonight, and she asked me to join her and her friends. I love Rascal Flatts, and two exceptional other bands are playing as well- the Eli Young Band (“Guinevere”) and Little Big Town- so it will be a fantastic evening of excellent country music. I am thankful that she thought of bringing me along with her. She knows I like that stuff.

This is the day that the Lord has made. I will rejoice and be glad in it.

4 PM UPDATE

Oh well, The concert fell through. Probably a blessing in disguise. I feel wasted and probably would do well to just go home tonight. This endless project at work has a new added dimension I have to deal with, so I will probably be here late as well.

Sigh.

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In other news, I don’t know why this museum wouldn’t be killer popular here in downtown Albuquerque. I mean, we have so many ties to the development of the tool and the emergence of the telecom industry…

Telephone Museum of New Mexico. “Wha?…”