This post began its humble life as a comment on my friend Tricia’s blog post “Extraordinary.” It was late and I began writing, suddenly wide awake. Pretty soon, I realized that my comment could easily become as long as her actual post if I wasn’t careful.
I first read Tricia’s post on Griffin’s Quill and I found it absolutely amazing because I’ve been dealing with so many of the feelings she mentions in her post myself lately. So much of my life is one long, monotonous march toward the end – the end of the laundry, the end of the dishes, the endless cries of, “Don’t do that!” and “Don’t hit your brother!” and “Play nice!” and “Stay in bed, for the love of God!” It’s dreary and dreadful and mind-numbingly boring some days. I feel like I’m living in a fog.