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Greetings!
I haven't written in a while. Me was sick today so I got to stay home from work and rest the body. I've worked 9 days straight with only one day off. Blah. While everyone was enjoying their memorial weekend, I was pushing laundry carts, and sweating up a storm. My back felt like a sweaty slip and slide. ewy!
I've finally started supervising. Its a big change. Now I'm responsible for no labor and pretty much sit on my butt a lot. I'm not expected to help out with the rooms unless we're having a mega time crunch. So now i feel guilty for sitting in front of a computer chair and inspecting rooms. I feel like I'm sending the message of "I'm better than you now." Every once in a while I grab some sheets and make some beds though, so I don't feel so useless. I am glad that I've earned the right to wear my own clothes now. I feel like a girl again. Makeup and hair rollers have entered my morning routine again, and I miss the sleep. Oh well.
There are good days and bad days. Today was a bad one. I've discussed with hospitality today. I wanted a totally different life today. Sometimes, I think I would just love to be a farmers wife. Cook, clean, sew, work with animals, garden, make babies, and volunteer at church. That sounded like fun today. I cooked and cleaned today. I did some laundry, and walked through my moms gardens, and thought about working with VBS this summer. Is that close?
hehe.
Sometimes i feel like William Wilberforce. He didn't think he could serve God and be a politician at the same time. Sometimes I don't know how hospitality fits into my service to God. Right now, spoiling the rich at a fancy hotel is makin me feel pretty empty. And hospitality at the church is ok, but serving cookies and juice after church doesn't exactly float my boat either. Nothing really ever seems like I'm making a difference.
I don't mind hard work. I love seeing the fruits of my labor. And I like to do a good job at what I do. This summer internship has been good for me. I've never been good at knowing what I want. I'm just very sure of what I don't want. And I'm sure I don't want to work for a ritzy hotel and if I did, it would be my own hotel. No, I'm waiting. I've got my eyes open and my ears ready. Finish college...... and then ________________. Thats what I do know. The things that I have wanted in life, well, they won't happen, and the places I'd like to go might as well be as far as Mars.
I know God's into doing the impossible, but my list is so long, and I'm feeling very undeserving. Not that one deserves anything from God.
I'm tired of being young. I wish I was 60 years old and wise. Then I could tuck my grandchildren in and sass them.
It seems that one would be content at 60. I hope I am. Then again there are probably many troubled 60 year olds. But I hope to be wise and contect at 60. A Sassy 60 year old, who's not afraid to say it like it is.
Til then, the sensitive, worrisome, pansy.
Signing off.
I haven't written in a while. Me was sick today so I got to stay home from work and rest the body. I've worked 9 days straight with only one day off. Blah. While everyone was enjoying their memorial weekend, I was pushing laundry carts, and sweating up a storm. My back felt like a sweaty slip and slide. ewy!
I've finally started supervising. Its a big change. Now I'm responsible for no labor and pretty much sit on my butt a lot. I'm not expected to help out with the rooms unless we're having a mega time crunch. So now i feel guilty for sitting in front of a computer chair and inspecting rooms. I feel like I'm sending the message of "I'm better than you now." Every once in a while I grab some sheets and make some beds though, so I don't feel so useless. I am glad that I've earned the right to wear my own clothes now. I feel like a girl again. Makeup and hair rollers have entered my morning routine again, and I miss the sleep. Oh well.
There are good days and bad days. Today was a bad one. I've discussed with hospitality today. I wanted a totally different life today. Sometimes, I think I would just love to be a farmers wife. Cook, clean, sew, work with animals, garden, make babies, and volunteer at church. That sounded like fun today. I cooked and cleaned today. I did some laundry, and walked through my moms gardens, and thought about working with VBS this summer. Is that close?
hehe.
Sometimes i feel like William Wilberforce. He didn't think he could serve God and be a politician at the same time. Sometimes I don't know how hospitality fits into my service to God. Right now, spoiling the rich at a fancy hotel is makin me feel pretty empty. And hospitality at the church is ok, but serving cookies and juice after church doesn't exactly float my boat either. Nothing really ever seems like I'm making a difference.
I don't mind hard work. I love seeing the fruits of my labor. And I like to do a good job at what I do. This summer internship has been good for me. I've never been good at knowing what I want. I'm just very sure of what I don't want. And I'm sure I don't want to work for a ritzy hotel and if I did, it would be my own hotel. No, I'm waiting. I've got my eyes open and my ears ready. Finish college...... and then ________________. Thats what I do know. The things that I have wanted in life, well, they won't happen, and the places I'd like to go might as well be as far as Mars.
I know God's into doing the impossible, but my list is so long, and I'm feeling very undeserving. Not that one deserves anything from God.
I'm tired of being young. I wish I was 60 years old and wise. Then I could tuck my grandchildren in and sass them.
It seems that one would be content at 60. I hope I am. Then again there are probably many troubled 60 year olds. But I hope to be wise and contect at 60. A Sassy 60 year old, who's not afraid to say it like it is.
Til then, the sensitive, worrisome, pansy.
Signing off.