Rough weekend. Rougher week.

You kinda had a feeling it would be.

Last week was really good. Huge success at the gym. On track with reading the Bible with Lady, accompanied a lot at work and got a nice bonus.

You’re pretty sure you’ve come down with something. Just a sore throat and so little energy. Just enough to drain you and keep you from work and the gym. You fought through it enough to get the basics handled at work each day, but recognize that it’s probably the usual monkey wrench thrown at you the second you develop positive habits.

The dreams continue. You had to say goodbye twice. Having to say it over and over in dreams is becoming tiresome, all part of a rough week though. Nothing you can’t eventually get over. You’re a lot more mature than you were the last time your heart got hurt this way.

You’re far more irritated about where to go from here than the past. Things always fall apart just when you think you’ve met someone great. Nothing much you can do but realize you’re not going anywhere successfully without God leading the way. The last possibility suggested reading the book of John together. Well she’s not interested anymore so you’ll just read it yourself.

When you are right with God, He will open the next door. So get well, then get back to work. Back to the gym. And consider the latest hurtle leapt over.

Next week will be better. 🙂