I do believe life is sometimes crazy on purpose to remind us that we do have an insane person in our minds and sometimes it is necessary for the insane version of us to make an appearance. This helps us keep tabs on it and forces us to remain sane during the normal times in our lives.
What in the what?!
That didn’t even make sense. Which indicates that at this very moment, I am insane.
My life is out of control crazy right now. I have been pushing through 14 hour work days, 7 days a week with an average of 6 hours of sleep and only eating buttered noodles for lunch and dinner because I haven’t had time to go to the store. I found an egg in the fridge that wasn’t rotten so I hard boiled it. I guess all that working out I did to get in shape for the wedding was helpful. Because I’m on this so-called “thesis-paper diet” and it’s definitely working to cut those last few stubborn pounds. I also need to add that I can’t wait for the days when I get to drink coffee because I enjoy not because I need it. I had a coffee pot failure yesterday and had to go to Dunkin’ Donuts for my first cup of the day. Nasty, but this is what it has come to.
THIS is what they don’t tell you about when you sign up for grad school. You sit around twiddle your thumbs and impress people when you tell them you’re in a graduate program with this big goofy grin on your face for 2 years. And then it comes time to turn in that God-forsaken thesis paper. And it comes to this in the last two weeks. No one told me about this part.
This is a first. I have never posted without a picture. Ever. That is NOT how I roll. And for that I apologize. But, I’ve been non-existent in the blog world and I thought I owed you an explanation. I’m only writing now because I’m waiting on something and I had a few moments.
The good thing is, this crazy life that has somehow become mine is only temporary. I’ll get to enjoy my coffee again.
I’m grateful for the 30 minute commute I have to my office. I get to just sit there in my car. Nothing to do but drive and enjoy the Mississippi country-side in my last few days here. I also usually sing (sometimes at the top of my lungs with hands flailing Christina Aguilera style) along with the radio. It’s my time to unwind and decompress. Well, today is the one year anniversary of the Tuscaloosa tornadoes. The (only) radio station I prefer was doing a memorial instead of playing music. I reached for the
dial button to change it but then my ears perked. She was saying,
“…sometimes we try to put God in a box. God is so much bigger than that. Jesus fed a multitude with five loaves of bread and two fish. All we have to do is believe. […] What have I learned since April 27, 2011? To thank God every single day that I am alive.”
Well said. Though my life is crazy right now, it could be so much worse, couldn’t it? I right then and there thanked God for the opportunity to write my thesis paper and asked him for the strength to make it through to Thursday. Sometimes I throw in a “hey, a little extra knowledge would be super…” just in case it helps.
Earlier this week, I had a chat with a very kind nurse who was chatting with me while drawing my blood (she was trying to distract me because I don’t handle that well, and yet I still managed to pass out afterwards…that’s another story though) and she was telling me about her crazy life (I can relate). She said,
“God will never give me more than I can handle. I tried to change my plans and he laughed at me. I guess this means I’ll get through it, huh?”
Thank God for nurses. Thank God, I’m alive. And thank God for giving me only what I can handle.
Anyway, I gotta get back to work. Paper due tomorrow, defense on Thursday. If you wait until the last minute, it only takes a minute, right? Then I’m done. I’ll get through this!! 😀 Now, if only the super-computers would cooperate with me in these last few critical moments.
And I promise the next time you hear from me I’ll be sane. I promise…