I Was Fine All Day

It's true, I've been fine all day.  And it's been a great day.

But in the past thirty minutes amongst the scattered noises of living in a dorm and rooming with musicians I just became inexplicably anxious and sort of angry.  And let me tell you, it takes a lot to get this girl sincerely angry, so not being able to explain my current emotional state just adds frustration and confusion to said anger.

Maybe I'm finally becoming a girl, hormones raging and emotions swinging back and forth.  Maybe my brain is just exhausted from the three guitars I can hear simultaneously playing different songs from my room, the melodies of which are slipping into my subconscious and slowing driving me mad.  Or maybe the conversation I just had with my family concerning how I was missed at my sister's college graduation ceremony and the subsequent conversation about life and money has triggered some angst.  But really it's probably all of these things wrapped up in one.  I just need some silence to gather my thoughts and then move on.  Unfortunately, my life is not conducive to silence.  This is one of my deepest regrets, but that's a different story.

My no stress policy is being consistently beaten and battered, but I will hold firm to the fact that prayer trumps worry.  Always.  I was fine all day, and I will soon be fine again, and the joy of the Lord will once more be my strength.