Sundays

Each Sunday is similar to the last.

I try to sleep in as long as I can before throwing on some clothes and jumping out the door (Though always making sure I look fresh). I speed down the 401, passing three Starbucks' on the way due to my lateness and make it just in time for our pastor's meeting.

Then I sit in my office, walk around, catch a worship tune or three, work on some upcoming stuff, chat with my uths and then go home.

Our main day is pretty basic for me...sad. I wake up excited but not EXCITED like this is going to be an awesome day. It's much more pessimistic or 'let's see how this plays out' in terms of attitude and I don't know why. Maybe as I've gotten older, I've simply become more jaded at life (which doesn't bode well for the person who is going to take care of me in the old folks home soon) which isn't a great attitude to have so hopefully that changes drastically over time. Hopefully, I'll wake up expecting a miracle, a life change or even a cup of coffee on my way to the office, i mean church...