the birm*

The [almost] end of the rope.

Do you ever get those days when you’ve had enough of everything and anything? They can start with such a small incident, usually mixed with tiredness, which then gets blown out of proportion and you’re just sick of “it” (whatever “it” it).

For my life I occasionally have these days, which last about 10 minutes, until I start thinking about how unreal and fantastic my life is, especially compared to how awful others’ lives may be. But I guess it’s good that I have those bad days, since it reminds me of how good I really have “it”. As Jesus said (well, a paraphrase), "You're blessed when you're at the end of your rope. With less of you there is more of God and his ways”. All that to say that I assume everyone gets to the end of their rope from time to time, or at least almost to the end. I think it’s cool though, as it puts reality back into the picture.