Good-bye boyfriend, good-bye phone, good-bye mom. I needed a day for myself. Being in a state of worry and confusion was driving me crazy. Why have I been so emotional lately? Is there a way to get me out of this funk? Instead of continuing to cry and complain about it I needed to try something new. I needed to step away from all of the noise and center my self on Christ.
So, that is exactly what I did. I threw my mini backpack around both shoulders and started walking-fast- up Fryman Canyon. I wanted to get to my special place. After ten minutes, I went off trail pumped to have alone time. I heard a loud truck in the distance. The higher I climbed the louder it got. Once the ground leveled out, there it was, a huge truck, half-way up the canyon. I had a brief moment of “bratiness.” Why was this truck doing construction on the day I needed piece and quiet. Oh, because it’s not about me and the world doesn’t revolve around Christine’s feelings. Right-got it! Maybe symbolism for my life? It’s not always about me. Check.