I'm sick and I'd like to get well, ASAP
Dear Lord, What is your plan here? You want me to learn humility, patience, endurance? I get it. I do. I just feel lousy. My head's exploding, my sinuses are swollen, my nose is red and crispy. I'm a real beauty queen. I walk around with my mouth hanging open so I can breathe, and I haven't slept soundly in days (for fear of suffocation). And--I'm working here. At least I'm trying. I'm hobnobbing with professional writers, asking for critiques, making contacts, self-advocating, trying to be the best version of me--either the fun me or the professional me--I'd take either one today. Instead, I'm allergy me. Stuffy, aching, swollen, tired, throbbing me. I'm a Ny-Quil commercial. And I'm not happy about it. (After all, isn't my life about me ?) Oh, I get it. No, this is not about me, even though it feels like it should be. It's about YOU. It's always about You, whether I realize it or not. You're just reminding me, ...