A modest journal. |
I'm feeling a bit sorry for myself tonight. It's about 12:06 am and I'm in Altamonte Springs, Florida at an Al-Anon Convention. My roommate is sound asleep; I am wide awake. The day was not without obstacles and pitfalls. I'd like to get alone with God, but the pool area is locked at 11:00 pm---likely for safety reasons. It would have been nice to have been able to sit outside for awhile. This is definitely not a resort hotel. My kitty-cats are home alone, and I wish I was there. Tomorrow afternoon, I will drive home. This is a required event I attend twice a year, and there is another similar program event I attend twice per year---for my elected service position. I also attend monthly District meetings in Pinellas County. Two more years and things will start getting back to normal----at least I won't be compelled to attend these weekend events. I thought about quitting, but heard God distinctly say, "Finish what you started." I was a bit cranky as the afternoon progressed today---though I maintained composure except for a few unnecessary comments. One of the ladies here has been a nemesis this weekend----not completely her fault, but she is definitely a component since I tend to over-think things. I'm going to say good-night... Just wish I could sleep or at least go outside and spend time with God. |