I’ve been incredibly uninspired as of late.
‘Tis one of the reasons I haven’t blogged in a while.
Due to a mix-up with my work, I didn’t end up starting work
until September 17th.
(It should’ve been the 4th.)
I didn’t know what to do with myself except sit around and
feel sorry for myself.
That seems to be a bit of a trend in my life.
I think I talk about this a lot on here, but my love
language is a touch.
It’s awkward to ask people you just met for hugs.
I’m seriously underhugged.
But, I am slowly making friends. I started going to a Bible
Study small group with a church in my neighborhood. Once you go to something like a small group,
you can say hi to those people at church on Sunday and not feel weird about it.
The neighborhood I live in is RIDICULOUSLY hilly.
Like RIDICULOUSLY.
My body seems to completely shut down now that it has to go
jog on hills.
Madison was flat when I jogged there.
I won’t embarrass myself by writing how long it took me to “do”
two miles.
Just know that it takes a while.
Today actually felt like an awesome jog.
I went as soon as I got home from work.
I had more energy.
Probably because it had been in front of a computer for the
past 8 hours and desperately needed to move.
Jogging down hills are great.
Jogging up hills…can kiss my expired aspirin.
Everything will get better.
I just need to remember that God hasn’t forgotten about me, that
my identity isn’t in what I’m doing or not doing, and my identity is not my
underhugged body.
