Today was not a fun day for me. Few things happened at work that caused me to, well...today was not fun. I left work, knowing that traffic would be bad, but I had no idea how bad it would be. All I wanted was to be home. After turning a 15-minute drive into a 45-minute ordeal, I made the wise choice to run in the grocery store for a few things, before continuing the jaunt-turned-marathon home.
I came across an article on Facebook yesterday, the way I come across most articles I read these days. Yes, yes, you can mock me now. The title of the article was 7 Reasons the Blunt Friend is the Best Friend You’ll Ever Have. I knew as soon as I saw the title….I was going to love it. Seems the older I get, the more blunt I become….and, I seem to be attracting friends that are blunt as well, which for the most part, I find truly refreshing.
I've been home from Uganda now for a few sleeps. But today the jet lag is killing me. My body hurts. My mind is numb and my heart is a mess. I'm a little lost too. I feel guilty to come home to the opulence of my life that I have, in some respects, taken for granted and always strived for more. I have a great job at one of the best organizations in the world. I have some amazing clients I'm working with. I have 3 amazing kids who are excited to have me home. Life is good. I mean really good. But my mind is fuzzy and I'm feeling overwhelmed.
This week I had a chat with a friend that gutted me. You know the kind conversation I'm talking about. The kind where you feel like you've been kicked in the gut. Punched in the face. They just take the wind out of you. They have you "out of sorts" for a while. They leave you questioning who you are a little. They even cause you to question your own motives.