I am sitting here typing a blog because Linnea is into her emails and I am bored. I really dont feel like typing at all. I am burnt out. In every way, I am exhausted.
I am tired and sore from hiking yesterday, almost 13 mile round trip with an elevation gain of almost 6000 feet.
Spiritually tired. I have read some blogs from others on here, hoping to get fired up. I am looking forward to debrief in Machu Picchu, looking forward to hearing from Andrew Shearman again.
I am tired from losing sleep over our team, and how do I lead. I have wanted to quit over and over. I believe God is really working on some stuff in me and in our team, but this is no vacation.
I miss some comforts. I miss my dog. That is why, even when everyone else continually changes the picture on their blog, I love to see Sequioa. I miss watching a movie, eating chinese food, drinking a (good)beer and snuggling with my dog and my wife.
I miss alone time. I miss being able to take a break from community. I miss my friends.
I miss mountain biking and going to the gym. I miss being able to afford a Red Bull. I miss taking Sequioa to the dog park. I miss conditioning the football team, and the excitement of game day.
I miss regular bowels. A comfortable bed. The chiropractor.
well, suck it up.
