Almost there.

The breaking point.

I am so tired and it's only 4 days into the semester. I really do have a positive attitude about this semester! But that little voice keeps trying to creep in to tell me how much I have to do and how there are not enough hours in the day and make me miserable. I'd rather listen to it's counterpart that tells me all will be well. Because really. It will.

I've never been one of those "live for the weekend" types. I have always just tried to enjoy each day as it comes and soak in what every day brings. Good, bad, ugly..and sometimes smelly but I can't guarantee that. You see, I have this thing with smells. It's more of an issue really. for example: Citrus smells. Orange and grapefruit in particular...gag me. I dont' know what it is but I cannot...i mean cannot stand the odor. I will leave a room, bathroom, business, place of worship, if the scent of orange is in the air. This nose knows no bounds. Now, lemon..I can handle lemon. I have actually come to enjoy many lemon-scented cleaning products. Pledge being one of my favorites. In fact, recently I pledged every surface in my room that would tolerate pledge because I wanted my room to "smell clean". See..again. That thing with smells. If I can't smell it. It's not clean. If it has the slighteset twinge of sour or stale..not clean. Even if it only because it's a clean shirt that hung in the closet too long. It must be washed. Yes. I realize this makes me sound crazy..neurotic..a little obsessive compulsive.. Maybe I am? or not?

Just a thought because this candle in my room..that I only burn when I reeeaaally need some smell-therapy (aroma therapy for the technical ones)..is sitting beside me. Beckoning me to please light it. I think I may have to give in...

By his light I walked through darkness.
Job 29:3

My presence will go with you, and I will give you rest. Exodus 33:14

..."all will be well"...