Church was cool and like a culmination of things, which is probably what it should be like, on Easter Sunday. I had a pretty damn busy Monday with two acute cases in addition to my regular afternoon caseload. I think that I finished set A, but I can’t remember, because the weight room was packed when my partner and I got there and I was not in the mood to keep good count. (I mean my workout partner, and not my partner-partner.) I was angry yesterday, and the weights helped, but I know that I didn’t spend what should have been my last 30-minutes of my night wisely, because I drank beers and chatted two of my work colleagues who have become friends. I stayed up way too late and had pretty shitty sleep. The nights that I have class can be long if I don’t get down time in between. I will think about tonight, which is only 11-hours of work including a run, as a gift as is getting home at 6.
I was thinking about the message today, rather than yesterday or even in particular during church. (I had a lot to do during the service.) Our pastor told us that the gifts that we have been bestowed were freely given, so they are to be used as an extension of our hearts and our true selves. Meaning that we can express them in a manner of our choosing. That gave me a lot of clarity this morning. I figured if you get anything from a relationship with someone that is actually a gift if was freely learned. You simply cannot make someone understand or get something from you, but if you come out changed, it is ultimately a good circumstance for you.
I’m ready to date again. I know that I am. I wish that it was simple to meet nice girls. I also wish that the bar scene was a bit different, but it’s not, and I don’t think that I will meet a wonderful girl in a bar, but I could. It will have been four-months since I have kissed anyone in just two weeks. That is a good amount of space. I had heard that half the length of your previous relationship is optimal, and interestingly, that would be during my evil mud obstacle race. Can you meet your one when she is covered in head to toe with mud?