Accomplished
This week was major suck, but that's okay. I remember team leaders talking about ridiculous schedules full of major graded events every day and I wondered how that was possible and then thought, "Shit, that sucks." Now I only wonder how they got through it alive or successfully. Something inside me has built itself, a sort of stamina. I have resigned to the fact that there is a lot of work to be done, sometimes more than I have hours in a day to finish it. Fact: something will take a hit, sometime. I'm able to work through it and still get up and live everyday. Some aren't as good as others, but you take what you can get. I still feel fulfilled, but not defeated, not yet. I have an unquenchable drive, a charge forward to be my best through sacrifice, work, and yes, luck; it's built itself a fire, ever-growing in my eyes. I'm tired, I'm hurt, it sucks, but I love it.
I hope luck, circumstance, and the chips all fall my way.
God gives us just as much as we can handle.
My prayers tonight go to selfishness. I'm praying for my family, my mom, and the hopes that they all know that time passes and heals, maybe not in the way that we want, but it will happen. Life inevitably rolls on, engulfing yesterday's problems and falling into tomorrow's sunrise; it's brightening every dawning day on the horizon. More than ever, I wish I could drop everything and come back home. Not for me...but for them. They need me and I know it, but I can't be there. That hurts more than any failure I could ever accomplish. As a soldier, I guess you should expect this, there are always people who need you and places you cannot be in the times you're needed most. God knows what I need.
Took too long of a nap today. Going to bed. Take care.
I hope luck, circumstance, and the chips all fall my way.
God gives us just as much as we can handle.
My prayers tonight go to selfishness. I'm praying for my family, my mom, and the hopes that they all know that time passes and heals, maybe not in the way that we want, but it will happen. Life inevitably rolls on, engulfing yesterday's problems and falling into tomorrow's sunrise; it's brightening every dawning day on the horizon. More than ever, I wish I could drop everything and come back home. Not for me...but for them. They need me and I know it, but I can't be there. That hurts more than any failure I could ever accomplish. As a soldier, I guess you should expect this, there are always people who need you and places you cannot be in the times you're needed most. God knows what I need.
Took too long of a nap today. Going to bed. Take care.