So far, the first half of this weekend has been brutal.
Today started early, got my workout in, then a quick meeting at the community hall with the funeral home about the funeral I was helping with today, then to the Trap range to get some pictures of the shoot going on this weekend, followed by grabbing some pics at the baseball tournament in town this weekend.
After I finished at the diamonds, it was back to the community hall for the service. It was a large affair, with many people in attendance. The whole thing lasted over two hours. It was definitely something to witness.
After the service it was home to walk the dogs, and then down to the legion for their annual barbecue.
Tonight I’ve been doing some filing, and general cleanup in my office, as the amount of clutter in it was getting somewhat unruly.
Through it all though, I’m feeling good.
I’m feeling mission driven.
I know I need to be careful how far I extend myself, but at the end of the day I’m tired, but not exhausted. I’m feeling like I’ve actually accomplished something. That feeling is worth more than any amount of therapy can provide.
This feeling won’t last forever. I know that. The very nature of my my myriad of mental health conditions are cyclical in nature, but being able to hold onto this feeling to draw upon it when I am struggling will help see me through whatever storms come my way.
I am grateful for where I am in my life. I am grateful that God has put me on this path. I am grateful to be always learning and adapting to my surroundings. I am grateful to be finding the resolve to carry me through even when I am struggling.