Musings of musing at a time too late for musing
It's too late, and my brain's too fuzzy, so maybe I should just go back to my room and give myself a mental break. But I need to finish this, and so I keep on writing...
Today, was a long day.
Like, can you believe it? Another long day.
But yet again, every day is a long day, and it doesn’t mean it’s a bad day either.
“This is the day that the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it.”
Yet, this morning, I was tired because last night I was up too late.
But I had to be because otherwise there was going to be no time for me to complete my work.
So I stayed up late, past midnight, and ended up in bed at around 12:30 AM.
I had a biology lab to finish up, a pre-lab to complete, and a hymnody worksheet to do.
So I stayed up - but too late.
Now, when I write this, I’m tired and sore.
My head hurts from looking at protists beneath a microscope.
My legs are sore from walking and sitting.
My throat is dry from singing and talking.
My brain is fuzzy with facts impertinent to what I’m currently writing.
I regret the choice I made out of necessity.
And now I’m musing about it with slight misery.
Just to realize that my brother asked me to help him with taxes.
I mean, of all things to help him with - TAXES.
And I just want to go to bed and give my head a rest as I’m writing this from the YFAC as humans drone on in noisy conversation at 20 minutes past 9 PM.
Luckily, I don’t have physics tomorrow, so I could sleep in until 9 AM.
Maybe, just, maybe I’ll get 8 hours of sleep tonight for once.
Or maybe I won’t, but here’s to hope that it happens.
Yesterday, I had so much more to ramble about.
But all that seems to come to mind right now is my exhausted condition.
My brain is too fuzzy, yet I’m forcing it to think.
Today, however, was a rather boring and normal day.
All the students I tutor canceled their sessions, as usual.
I had the classes I normally do on Thursdays.
Yet, I even got hope that I might get a job at Walmart for the summer (fingers crossed).
Yet, I feel underwhelmed.
As if every sentence of this could be anticipated.
Maybe I’m just a boring person in a boring world.
Yet that’s way too underwhelming and life is more beautiful than our moments of misery.
Yes, this is the day the LORD has made, and I ought rejoice and be glad in it.
Today was another chance to breathe.
Another chance to live.
Another chance to experience God’s grace and love.
Another chance to praise and worship Him who holds all things in His hands.
This world may be messy and crazy, but God is my rock.
He is my source of hope and consolation.
My oasis in a dry and weary desert.
He restores my soul for His name’s sake.
Although I walk through the valley of the shadow of death.
My God is with me through it all.
He’s there to catch me when I fall.
And to pick me up when I stumble.
I’m not being grammatical with this - but that’s okay.
Life does not have to be perfect and writing can reflect this.
It’s okay if my commas are misplaced or my hyphens should be turned to en dashes or em dashes.
Since, at the end of the day, it’s the message that matters.
Some days, that’s all I can ask for.
Hopefully, tomorrow, I can elaborate on my joys instead of sorrows.
But until then, I’m tired, and everything seems quiet now, and my mind is following the pattern.
Ramble! is a new section dedicated to ramblings, which as you can see are a collection of both connected and disconnected thoughts that offer insight into my daily life.