Some crazy things have happened in the past couple months, but I can already see God starting to repair the damage and rearrange things for the better. There's still a lot to be done and a lot of challenges that need to be faced, but the obstacles don't seem as daunting as they did before. And a few fortunate and miraculous events have really helped my Mom and I. The factors were completely out of our hands, but somehow the timing and the intertwining of things brought about the outcomes we were praying for and stressing over. God is so good!
Work is going well =) The people in my office and on my floor are incredibly nice - I already feel a lot closer to a few of them and I'm actually having fun at work! Well, some days are better than others, but for the most part I'm enjoying the small assignments and conversing with the friendlier employees :)
And I had my first workout of the summer with Yena this evening. I'm exhausted now, although I didn't do very much relative to the other people at the gym.
So, Father's Day is this weekend... I don't know what I'm feeling. I'd hate to be like one of those cranky single people who on Valentine's Day complain about the holiday. I won't complain... but I feel so lost and I feel like I need to do something to honor my wonderful Dad but I really don't know what to do. Or if I should say anything to my Mom. We've always been such a close family... like ridiculously close, but for some reason ever since my Dad got sick I haven't been able to share a lot of the things I was feeling... cause at the time I didn't want to seem like I was expecting the worse, and I didn't want to get emotional or make anyone else emotional or get my Dad scared. I just held everything in. I regret so damn much every freaking day for not saying what I was feeling back then... cause in actuality I think it would've brought my Dad some comfort and and would've given me at least a little bit of closure. But now I have to just sit here and try to assure myself that he understood what I was feeling regardless of whether I spoke up or not. I am such a selfish person. And I've been too scared to even visit him now... I don't even know what I'm scared of. Really... what's wrong with me? I will figure this out.
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- "I am responsible. Although I may not be able to prevent the worst from happening, I am responsible for my attitude toward the inevitable misfortunes that darken life. Bad things do happen; how I respond to them defines my character and the quality of my life. I can choose to sit in perpetual sadness, immobilized by the gravity of my loss, or I can choose to rise from the pain and treasure the most precious gift I have - life itself."