Arriving home this evening I was telling Noi just how tough the day had felt, like yesterday being characterised by my complete lack of energy. Every staircase climbed a challenge, and there seemed to be an awful lot of them. It seems that she felt the same way - possibly because of the heat, or perhaps just because it was that point in fasting month at which you hit the wall. We're being tested, she said. A good way to look at it - as a kind of opportunity, something to rise above. But it's still hard to do so when you're as soft as I am.
So I'm just counting down the days instead of relishing them. We've done the last Sunday, the last Monday for this year. Bring on the weekend!
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