Not my day.

Between getting a flat tire in -7 degree weather,

working on a 20 page paper I have absolutely no idea how to write,

feeling like a [terrible] person by forgetting to do something I committed to, 

and having to miss the last work event that I'll be able to be a part of, 

today is not my day.  

Everything about this day makes me want to

give up.

cry.

not care. 

But 1) I don't have time for these things.

and 2) I have to remember what I read this morning: 

"Give ear to my words, O Lord, 

consider my sighing. 

Listen to my cry for help, 

my King and my God, 

for to you I pray. 

In the morning, O Lord, you hear my voice;

in the morning I lay my requests

 before you and wait in expectation. "

Let that be enough.