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Tired...

Tired...

of working at a place I am leaving in a month
of three and a half hours travel each day
of crammed railway coaches and cut-throat passengers
of working for an urgent deadline
of working for an urgent deadline but not being given the information I need to achieve it
of people expecting me to do the same hours as them despite the fact I've got another hour and a half to two hours before I get home after walking out of the office
of going straight from the station to things in the evening and therefore doing all my social stuff in a suit
of not having the usual office banter and chats and being lonely
of not having my own mug... or telephone
of diet cokes on chilly platforms
of sitting in a room resembling a goldfish bowl
of knowing that I'll be in Leeds on my birthday
of not being able to meet people in Sheffield for lunch
of feeling like I never stop
of struggling to get the chance to rest
and of being tired as a result.

Recently God blessed me in a way that I couldn't fail to see. Right now I need his faith and I need him to carry me. Because I'm tired.