Today has been a rough day.
There’s no specific reason, but many small reasons. I slept horribly last night. And the night before. And the night before that. I scarcely sleep more than a couple hours at a time, and it’s starting to wear on me.
Then the normal family crises of car problems, work issues, and general issues of the home feel like giant problems.
Sometimes they feel like I won’t overcome them.
It’s sinful worry. I know this.
Yet, I am exhausted from so many issues coming from so many directions, they just feel insurmountable. They feel like a giant yoke my old back just can’t handle. I’m just waiting to collapse under the weight.
I often just want to curl up in a ball in my dark walk-in closet and stay there for days. Check out. I would love to sleep for an entire day, but I know I’m not capable of such a thing.
So I watch silly television about people working extremely hard just to survive in the Alaskan bush. They have almost nothing and work hard all day just to eat and have a roof over their heads. I suppose it gives me comfort that I don’t personally have to work so hard just to survive.