Lately, work has been feeling like… work.

I’ve enjoyed myself at my job for more than eight months, but yesterday was the first time I actually felt like… ew. I dislike feeling that way, that helplessness with the workload, that feeling that work wasn’t fun.

When my job stops becoming enjoyable and starts feeling like actual “work,” I know what’s coming up. The inevitable weight gain. Plus, I get all cranky, and… it’s just not good for my mood. I start to complain and get all snippy… it’s not a pleasant feeling.

So, today, I lift up in faith a prayer for patience, anointing for wisdom and creativity, given the types of materials I am now being called to produce, and an inner strength to resist the temptation of binge eating to deal with the stress.