It strikes yet again

So it strikes yet again.

Woke up to the news of the Boston Marathon bombing.

I actually had had a very long night. Did some thinking, made some decisions and was all ready to rant on my blog. But really, really, how awful could my night have been compared to what the bomb victims, their family and friends experienced? In a matter of seconds, lives have been changed forever and there I was, across the globe, wallowing in self-pity and self-loathing. Pitiful, pathetic and ungrateful me.

I shall instead give praise to God Almighty that I am still alive and breathing. Really, my stupid ass self should just shut up my brains and my heart and learn to be less uptight about everything. Everything and probably everyone as well. Apparently people do not react well to my assertiveness; then lost, now found. Only goes to show how much I have swallowed in submissiveness over the years.

Up to this point in my life, I have served only others, giving very little regard to myself and yet, it doesn't seem to have been enough and nor will it, I suspect, ever going to be good enough. I am tired. I am spent. I think the only opinion I should really care about is that of God's. After all, He truly, truly has been the only one who's been there for me.

Run along then all you others. Go fly a kite. 

Me and my God, I'm going to take a nice, long walk with Him.

If you're drowning, don't hesitate to not call me.