I started writing something but stopped. I think I hit the toughest part of this writing challenge.
Something tells me that I should start writing in the mornings before I go into work. Once I get home, I’m ready to crash. Right now, my brain is ready to call it a day.
I think we’ve hit that part of a challenge where I struggle to finish to the end. I realized this morning that I only wrote for six days in July of last year. My life was such a damn rollercoaster that I chose it over sticking to the assignment to write every day. I think that I checked out.
Right now my brain is ready to check out for the night. This right here is too much work.
For some reason, I keep thinking about rest. I love the concept of rest. Sabbath. Jesus took breaks all the time. God rested on the seventh day. God can’t do work through you if you’re not rested. I think we all know the drill at this point. But what I’m realizing that it’s not just physical rest. It’s mental and emotional.
Sometimes you have to keep certain energy away from you. You also have to recognize that the way you feel isn’t healthy for you. Stress kills. I’ve seen it. It’s what took my Dad out.
One of the dopest things I’ve heard so far this Summer is that “God emotions don’t always match your own.” What you’re angry about, God ain’t even worried about in the slightest. What you’re hurling nonchalance towards may be something that God is about to throw many signs at you to wake up and see. But just because you are mad doesn’t mean that God is mad alongside you. God might be mad at you.
I sound really incoherent because I’m restless. Let me stop.
This is my attempt to write every day for the month of July! To read the rest of the series, follow the hashtag #wedj2019.