After Eve
Some things you keep, some things you claim as being yours only. Cryptic? Hopefully toward the end it'll all start making more sense.
Mensus and all the attendant problems. I do not know why it is more bothersome this time round. Usually I get through it with little worry except leaving telltale marks on seats wherever I go to. Perhaps its end of semester stress, and in addition last-semester-before-graduation pressure, that has made the cramps, the tiredness, the moodiness more felt and experienced than usual. Womanly woes - what an abstruse phenomenon indeed. Great thanks to an understanding housemate and a dear friend who went out of his way to make a pot of hot chocolate ^^ Appreciate it.
So yeah it is not all the time that we whip out the 'time of the month' argument as an excuse we can exercise as God-given rights... but it, happens. Hah.
This I inherited from Eve.
And then I thought about that which I claim as being what I want to keep as mine, not just a situation of 'being female, therefore...' but as something bigger than just being born this way. The anticipation of what will come when this semester ends is mysterious as it is invigorating.
I signed a one year contract for an apartment that came in such miraculously simple ways that it can only be God. Let us see: I was off to view another apartment and when I was downstairs saw a friend who said a mutual friend was returning home and might be interested in renting out the apartment she bought. (breathless? sorry, run-on sentence)
Next day I hear news from a good friend that she has spoken to the girl, that I can view the apartment, and the rental rate is good. I view it, we all have this common female understanding that a deal is in order. And just the day before my friend, a floor coordinator, received confirmation/encouragement for the upcoming semester and her plans for the floor team. Now that I am living on her floor... no excuses to say no right? God is GOOOODDDDD
So here is me, signing on for something even without a clear blueprint from Him as to the months upcoming. But I sign it in faith.
This morning as I lay on the bed unable to enter deeper sleep I started thinking:
decorating my new living space
drawing and painting flowers, potted plants and scenery
dancing
theatre acting
working in a gallery
volunteering
embarking on mini craft projects
Hmmm there is this much bigger plan for me, right now I feel a bit out of it. But if I dare reach out, what will my little finger alight on?
Mensus and all the attendant problems. I do not know why it is more bothersome this time round. Usually I get through it with little worry except leaving telltale marks on seats wherever I go to. Perhaps its end of semester stress, and in addition last-semester-before-graduation pressure, that has made the cramps, the tiredness, the moodiness more felt and experienced than usual. Womanly woes - what an abstruse phenomenon indeed. Great thanks to an understanding housemate and a dear friend who went out of his way to make a pot of hot chocolate ^^ Appreciate it.
So yeah it is not all the time that we whip out the 'time of the month' argument as an excuse we can exercise as God-given rights... but it, happens. Hah.
This I inherited from Eve.
And then I thought about that which I claim as being what I want to keep as mine, not just a situation of 'being female, therefore...' but as something bigger than just being born this way. The anticipation of what will come when this semester ends is mysterious as it is invigorating.
I signed a one year contract for an apartment that came in such miraculously simple ways that it can only be God. Let us see: I was off to view another apartment and when I was downstairs saw a friend who said a mutual friend was returning home and might be interested in renting out the apartment she bought. (breathless? sorry, run-on sentence)
Next day I hear news from a good friend that she has spoken to the girl, that I can view the apartment, and the rental rate is good. I view it, we all have this common female understanding that a deal is in order. And just the day before my friend, a floor coordinator, received confirmation/encouragement for the upcoming semester and her plans for the floor team. Now that I am living on her floor... no excuses to say no right? God is GOOOODDDDD
So here is me, signing on for something even without a clear blueprint from Him as to the months upcoming. But I sign it in faith.
This morning as I lay on the bed unable to enter deeper sleep I started thinking:
decorating my new living space
drawing and painting flowers, potted plants and scenery
dancing
theatre acting
working in a gallery
volunteering
embarking on mini craft projects
Hmmm there is this much bigger plan for me, right now I feel a bit out of it. But if I dare reach out, what will my little finger alight on?
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