The Simplest

Even as an adult in his second fifty years of childhood, I am still quite very able to procrastinate and hem and haw and dawdle the time away when a simple event that should be thrilling and exciting creates waves of overwhelming anxiety deep in the hollows of my being. Hence, I take a day off work, just to be readied to make the journey later in the afternoon. And, I know full well, nine chances out of ten, when all is said and done and over, it never really was all that terrifying.
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Another Day in the Life

What is it like. Why do you just lie around. Quit being so lazy. Just get out there. How much longer are you going to be like this. Do you ever stop complaining. Is it really that bad.

 

No, I do not want to be like this. Yes, I want it to just quit. Yes, I just want to be heard. Even my silence. Even yet through it all, when no one else, I do know that Christ my savior is with me. But sometimes, I just want a human there, sitting in presence, doing nothing but being. One day. Why is that such a bad thing to long for. Why am I just told to get over it. On my own. Like I have always ever done.