I just finished day 7 of 12 days of work in a row.
I'm feeling good.
At least I was until I get home and ran around cooking for Philip for three hours, went to the commissary and did two loads of laundry. Now I'm feeling tired (and a bit overwhelmed by the fact that the kitchen looks like a warzone, I still have three loads of laundry to dry/fold/pack and I need to pack my bag to stay in Norwich tomorrow night).
I feel like there is so. much. to. do. between now and Saturday night. My goal is to have as much of it taken care of by Saturday so I don't have to stress and can relax & enjoy my goodbye evening out with some of my Mildenhall girls, but I know I'm going to be starting to feel pretty tired each night when I get home from this work marathon.
Tomorrow night is my "leaving do" at work. I'm very excited to celebrate goodbye with a nice meal out with some of my colleagues. I'm very sad that tonight will mark my goodbye to one of my best British friends (a former work colleague), Miriam : ( She's been with me to celebrate every step of the way on this school thing: invitation for interview, admission and DC news. She was the first one who I got to talk to after I found out the surprising news about admission. I respect Miriam professionally and ADORE her personally.
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Choose Joy.
I've always been told that my name suits me well. Joy does not equate happiness. Happiness waxes and wanes with circumstances but joy is a trait, a decision. It is my challenge to live up to this - to be a thermostat of contentment, not a thermometer of others' reactions.
I've lived at more addresses than I can count. In Minnesota. In Colorado. In England. In Virginia. In New Jersey. In Virginia again. An address doesn't make a home.
I've stepped into and out of many roles in my life. Daughter. Sister. Student. Friend. Student. Wife. Military Spouse. Student. Student. Researcher. Psychologist. Supervisor. A role doesn't define a person.
Our journey has been a winding road. One paved by uncertainty, sacrifice, pain, hope, disappointment, gratitude, goodbyes, tears, heartache, loss, faith, victory, and celebration. I am humbled beyond words to have walked this road alongside of the precious people who have become a part of our story. The people who have walked with us through choking difficulty and immense joy.
This story exists because of the Author and Perfecter of our faith. It is my humble prayer that the chronicle of our days speaks most loudly to the Reason we live and love the way that we do.
I've lived at more addresses than I can count. In Minnesota. In Colorado. In England. In Virginia. In New Jersey. In Virginia again. An address doesn't make a home.
I've stepped into and out of many roles in my life. Daughter. Sister. Student. Friend. Student. Wife. Military Spouse. Student. Student. Researcher. Psychologist. Supervisor. A role doesn't define a person.
Our journey has been a winding road. One paved by uncertainty, sacrifice, pain, hope, disappointment, gratitude, goodbyes, tears, heartache, loss, faith, victory, and celebration. I am humbled beyond words to have walked this road alongside of the precious people who have become a part of our story. The people who have walked with us through choking difficulty and immense joy.
This story exists because of the Author and Perfecter of our faith. It is my humble prayer that the chronicle of our days speaks most loudly to the Reason we live and love the way that we do.
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1 comment:
eHi Joy,
I understand that "warzone" look in a kitchen. The more fun I have cooking and baking, the more monumental the task of finding order. Praying for you as you say more good byes. Anxious to see you...Love, Mom
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