Disclaimer for the Easter Post

My eye is still twitching.

I started taking Melatonin again because I can’t sleep.  And I’m seeing again the side effects that made me quit.

My mouse doesn’t work.

I turned in a take-home test late, even after the assignment was extended.

I’m pretty sure I had a near panic attack during my History and Systems of Psychology presentation.

I’m certain I did horribly on my Philosophy exam—and I still have a paper to write for that class that is due Monday.

The list goes on and on.

I avoid stress at all costs.  Mainly because I don’t deal with it well.  Not to mention I haven’t written a K since the 10^th.

Problem identified.  So I got a bowl of ice cream in my lap and a six-pack of Mike’s in the fridge.

Easter.  Easter.  Easter.

Usually I post something about the Love of God, usually impersonal, but what I hope is something thought-provoking or encouraging.

I have an inkling of an idea, and perhaps enough to make a short post.

So, there is disclaimer.

I haven’t been feeling very Christian lately, and even less convicted about it.  I don’t even feel like I’m in any place to post anything.

But, it is also Tradition.  Not tradition.  Capital-T Tradition.

Easter is my holiday.  My favorite holiday.  I’ve been listening to a lot of songs about surrendering to Jesus.  You’re supposed to surrender your problems, your worries, and all that.

You’re also supposed to surrender yourself.

The show must go on.