So much for the Sabbath

Sundays are supposed to be a day of rest for me. Especially this particular Sunday. I have been running frantic for weeks doing what I feel is generally too much for me to handle. None of it optional. Tired might not be good enough word to describe it. In fact, I do not know one that would quite do it justice. Needless to say, this was the day of rest I was imagining. Most of today has been spent worried, crying, hurting, and thinking. Normal day for me? No. It used to be. The horrifying teenage years were filled with days like this. Slowly as I have grown days like this have crept out of normalcy. I cannot say that I've missed them. Nope, I have not. Tomorrow will not be like this, my determination will guarantee it. Next Sunday = will get rest.

A Proper Introduction

Let me explain the title of this out-pour first. I hate giving up. Even when I am simply looking for something that I have lost in my hopelessly dirty room, it will take an hour sometimes because I want to know that I have accomplished the goal that I set out for myself. Sometimes this quality is a great strength and other times it is an annoying weakness. Am I a perfectionist? Not exactly. Its simple, I want to be the best that I can be. Some of you may be suggesting that I join the Army. Not the same kind of best I am thinking. As long as I have the integrity to know that I have done my absolute best, I can face much adversity. It's surprising the amount of freedom that realization has given me.

Now that you know that, something else that you may want to know is that I love people. I have found myself surrounded by the most intriguing individuals on the planet. Eventually I would like to write a book filled with pictures and descriptions of all the personalities I have come across. (Book for myself and not for everyone in the world to read.) Of the people that I dearly love my family is high on the list. With friendship being so important to me, I used to put them on the back burner more often than not. This is really a shame. As cliche as it is, much of who I am today is because of the things I learned from my family. Each and everyday I find something else that I find myself saying, "I think that because of situations that I have seen come through my house." You simply cannot replace lessons like that. Friends are family are my life.

To conclude, today I was described as considerate, thoughtful, and exuberant. Being called these things was an honor. Thanks to the people that made my smile be more than just showing my teeth!