Categories: life, prayer, work, saints, it-hurts
Date: 03 October 2009 19:20:11
My legs are. I've made them work too hard this week, and they is achy. Hot, hot bath later, and maybe only an hour or so in the new boots tomorrow, before needing to wear them for work.
So is my bookseller's soul rebelling. I've not done it for two years, and on my return today, the queries were exactly the same. "No, I'm really, really sorry, you can't get a Large Print leather bound KJV Bible in a small enough size to fit in your handbag for church on Sunday."
My introverted nature is also rebelling! I'm a pretty sociable soul, and can be very gregarious in company when I have to be, but I also need plenty of time alone, and slightly more than I'm currently getting. Hopefully, after Christmas, that balance will be restored. It's why I'm so adamant I want to live on my own for now.
And, so it the bit of me that struggles with being cared for. I am truly grateful for all those who are caring, but there's beginning to be those who are drifting over the line from caring to interfering, and I don't take that well.
Then, I'm rebelling about church tomorrow. It's Harvest. Which I dislike (and I'm avoiding the Harvest Supper, too!) I'm in desperate need of sleep, and taking a bit of stock of where things are going. It's also a significant date, and for the first time in a long, long time, I won't be joining in liturgies and events to celebrate.
So, once this evening's visitor has been and gone, I am shutting and bolting the doors, I will do what ever I need to to, except any work of any description.