About every 5 or 6 months, I come here and wonder "What the hell am I doing with my life?" My heart is splayed open and my wounds are raw, and I am so not happy with where I am.
Yes, yes, I know... Patience, says the grasshoppah. It's hard to be patient when everyone else gets to participate in life, and you are always stuck on the sidelines... holding a smelly trashbag, yet.
Just smile and know your purpose...
Daddy told me the funniest thing tonight, when I lamented people at my jobsite are such know-it-all pains in the ass. He said to let them screw me over, tell me what to do... and smile. Because, as we all know, God has a divine purpose in us.
So what does that have to do? Because when he is proved right, Daddy just smiles and knows that he was right, and that is good enough for him. Oh... he likes to rub their noses in it... but subtle... very subtle.
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