Intense week

I sit gazing back at a very emotional week. For all intents and purposes it shouldn't be...yet it is. Self-awareness tends to be a bittersweet companion. In one hand you have rejuvenated hope that life isn't going to leave you out in the rain. In the other you find yourself standing in the rain waiting for providence to open the proverbial door. The conclusion that is drawn in the end is that I'd rather be in the know than be ignorant. Then somewhere around 11pm on a Friday night, you discover the gauntlet from which you just emerged. It's not like this is surprising or it never happens. This week just seemed to be especially volatile. I'm also reminded that I brought this on myself through petition and ill-content. I opened my big mouth and asked God to give me vision. So, wham, happy birthday.