So! So I went to this Walk to Emmaus thing last weekend. It was… hard, at parts, but in a good way, and I came away from it feeling lighter than I have in literally months. I really haven’t found the words to describe it to people who haven’t been to one, especially in a way that doesn’t sound weirdly full of woo. But I’m really glad I went, and I wanted to share a small bit of it with you guys.
On the last day (Sunday), we were all given letters that had been written to us before the Walk started. Letters from family, from friends, from people at our churches. Letters of encouragement, of prayer, of what they wished for us to experience over the weekend. Letters overflowing with love and support
I got letters from each of my parents, my grandparents, people from my church - and then, I opened a letter from Brian. My sweet little brother Brian. A letter that he dictated to my mom, who wrote it out longhand for him to reference, and then painstakingly typed up and carefully signed himself.
Sometimes you just know when to throw in the towel
I can’t watch these kids anymore. I’ve already lost my temper 3 times. I don’t like losing my temper. And it’s only 1:00pm. And I feel bad for losing my temper and for thinking these kids are crazy. But sometimes they are and there is so much noise and fighting and screaming. And I just can’t take it.
So this is happening 30 feet from me right now. Oh, joy.
I forgot that today is the day they start ripping out and replacing the water mains on my street. Which means for the next two weeks, I will have to endure the noise, dust, and dirt that comes with all these lovely industrial machines. Also a few days without water here and there.
Don’t get me wrong - infrastructure improvements of any kind are a welcome thing. But it’s already driving my dog fucking bonkers, and It will make working from home a cacophonous, stressful nightmare.