Eyes like grit. Sore gum. Feeling tired, under pressure and wondering if a person I know is right...but I'm sure he isn't. This person is often depressed and feels that if he has two consecutive good days, the third has to be bad. He believes that it doesn't work that someone can feel good all week...not for him anyway. What right have I to be happy? I don't deserve good things happening in my life!
I found it difficult to respond. You don't tell anyone feeling so low to snap out of it. You don't tell them they are talking rubbish. The thought occurred to me that if this is his third day, does spending time with me constitute a bad experience? I concluded that I shouldn't be flippant and If they are talking to me at all, it means that I am approachable and it's enough to just listen for a long time before saying anything.
I didn't accomplish everything I wanted to yesterday but pleased that someone feels they can bare their soul. We both felt the better for it.
A good night's sleep will sort the gritty eyes out. The sore gum won't be so sore tomorrow. Being wise with my time tomorrow evening will ease the pressure for what threatens next week.
Martin & Sarah still falling foul of volcano dust in SLC. We are missing them now...who'd have thought I'd find myself saying that! Okay...you know I'm kidding!
Tomorrow is a special day I notice.