I quite often sabotage myself by allowing myself to be disappointed before something actually occurs, thereby ruining the moment because I’m no longer living in the reality of now; instead, I have subconsciously chosen to let the possibility of “what might come” dictate my mood for the present. This is most common for me on Sunday night… you know, the last night of freedom before you have to go an earn a living again.
The odd thing is – I actually like my job for the most part. Like any job, there are frustrations, but honestly, as far as jobs go, I’ve not had any I could honestly say I prefer to this one (and I’ve had a good number of crappy ones).
So, this causes me to think about this more philosophically… what is this fixation to be so disappointed that these are my last few weekend hours and it’s back to work in the morning? The logical and productive thing to do would be to enjoy these hours and capitalize on them… which I’m trying to do right at this moment by writing instead of moping.
So, here’s to my continued attempts to battle this insanity and actually enjoy my Sunday evenings.
Hopefully, you see in these writings a man who is staying The Course and pursuing The Path amidst the pitfalls and selfish ways of being a son of Adam. I pray earnestly that my writing would encourage some of you by showing you that this journey - though arduous and sometimes tragic - is a journey of great satisfaction. A satisfaction greater than our greatest imaginings. The trials and refining fire of tribulation are to be recognized as a small shadow of the suffering of our Savior so that we can rejoice, as Peter and the disciples did, to be counted worthy to suffer for the sake of the Name.