I told my friends the other day that I wished God gave us days off from problems.
In many books, problems tend to be linear. Oh, your parents said you’re moving? Oh, now you gotta change schools? Oh, now your new school has a bully? Oh, now your bully convinced your new friend to hate you? Oh, now you and your reconciled new friend have to save the school party from being ruined by the bully and her clique? Congratulations, you won and all your problems are over!
Even books that are more true to life have that kind of loophole, because a book usually is expected to wrap things up. The author can only introduce so many issues. But it turns out life really doesn’t care how many other things you’re dealing with. It has no qualms stacking another burden on top of the other ones you carry. It doesn’t consult the calendar to see when would be a more convenient time for it to come back. It never asks if this new issue would fit in well with whatever you’re currently handling.
And honestly, I get tired of it. It hasn’t been an easy thirty days since my last newsletter, and I found myself wishing, late at night as I lay scrolling on my bed because I was trying to escape and forget and get back some of the time I’d lost during the day, that I could just have one day where everything would freeze and I could have a blessed 24 hours to pretend nothing was happening.