Grey

Grey is how we have been feeling here lately. Not bright sunny yellow or vibrant green but grey grey grey. Sometimes it is hard not to get frustrated in the situations we are given- especially given my sometimes pessimistic nature. I am frustrated that Drew is still sick and no one has any answers. I am frustrated that despite my literally hours of working out a day most of my China weight refuses to budge. I am frustrated that I am not more outgoing and having trouble making friends that don't live an hour away from me. I am frustrated that Drew is working at a job he hates for mere peanuts, and I am frustrated that his other job application is so stinking slow. I am frustrated that we have made a very important decision about our future and everything seems to be getting in the way to prevent it. Now I realize some people may read this and think (very sarcastically of course)- Oh poor you. Life is so hard isn't it?

I realize that these problems may seem minute and unimportant in the grand scheme of things but it doesn't mean they aren't challenging for us. And dealing with these same problems for six+ months and not seeming to get anywhere with them is also very irritating. I know that God has a plan for everyone and that we are given trials to make us stronger but sometimes it is hard to see the bright light at the end of the tunnel- and since that might be the metaphor for dying let's try- silver lining something about clouds. *

The moral of the story is even though I know we are blessed and life really isn't all that bad- mostly right now I am cranky and grey and want to scream and pull my hair out. So I apologize if you catch me at any of those moments because it is possible I will bite your head off with no intention of doing so.



*For those of you who haven't noticed- metaphors and sayings are not my strong suit. I feel like Ron Burgundy in Anchor Man who says "When in Rome" when it has absolutely nothing to do with the situation. I also will combine sayings like- Thick as Molasses in January. (Thick as thieves and slow as molasses in January) or I just forget most of them like noted above.