Saturday

This blog holds much of my deepest, darkest secrets. Things I keep bottled up inside of me with nowhere else to release. This place is where I complain, and I shall do just that today.

It is a Saturday, one which most people spend out having fun with their loved ones, resting the tired bodies from an entire week of torture, or simply doing the things they really wanted. That is most people. Not me. I sacrificed most of my weekends away. Call it a tithe to God, call it an honour, say whatever you want. Cos after years and years of doing this, a tithe becomes a dread, an honour becomes a label. I want to enjoy my Saturday too. I want to hang out with friends, if I had any. I want to spend this sacred day doing what I feel is as important. Serving is important, but I am always at the brink of exhausting myself every single time.

Yes, this period is not easy for me, and it is not going to be easier. So I am going to complain, but I am also going to grit my teeth and ignore the pain. Hang tough.