• Frustration and Perspective

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    I spent all day studying and prepping to try and write a short story that is supposed to be finished and in final draft form on Tuesday- and I could not write anything tonight.

    I felt angry.

    I felt like giving this writing nonsense up. What’s the point. I can’t write when I need to.

    And it always generalizes: what’s the point of me trying to do anything. I hate most everything I produce in my life anyways. I’m an exercise in sterile mediocrity.

    I get so frustrated so quickly. I get mad that I cannot just crank something perfect out in a short time. Like some master craft maker. Why? Where does that quick anger come from? That immense frustration? It is too much for a insignificant project like this.

    I then saw a note from Steve Stucker on Facebook that an ill 20-month year old toddler he had been visiting in the hospital with her family died today.

    And then I felt sad for the family and that child and forget anything about writing disabilities for a few minutes.

    Giving up and going to bed early to try and shake this cold. Hope for better output tomorrow.

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    A web programmer by day, I somehow still spend a lot of time thinking about relationships, God, and the significance of grace and love in daily events. I am old school in the sense that I believe in the reality of sin, and in the need of each human heart for deliverance to the Divine. I am one of those who believes that Jesus Christ is the Son of God, and that you can find most answers to life's pressing issues in Him and His Word, the Bible. I ain't perfect, and a lot of the time I ain't good, but by God's grace and kindness, I am forgiven and free.

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