Repetition

It's strange how coming to work everyday now is going through a repetitive motion of checking several websites:
1) pacific internet webmail
2) facebook
3) blogs.

Realised that none of the items above relate to... work?

As the weeks pass without much contributions at work, the feeling of detachment grows. And as I look at the others who're beginning to feel the heat of things while I'm still 'chilling out', I wonder if it is that I have nothing to do, or that I'm not doing what I'm supposed to be doing.

I re-looked at the items I've indicated in my notebook previously to be completed. Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick. I'm scratching my head for more. Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch. Din even manage to get dandruff flakes .

Hence I relish the time after work. Not that I'm lazy, but at least I put the time to constructive use. Be it pilates, bible studies, a swim, a jog, or just trying to move ahead in my never-ending cross stitch. Or just strolling and chatting with The Spouse. Stimulates my intellect more than just sitting in this 2m by 4m cubicle trying to look busy.

Yesterday's jog and stroll at Macritchie was a good reminder to thank the Lord for The Spouse who engages me in thought-provoking discussions and intellectual stimulation. And calls or texts me every lunch time. Who holds my hand with his free hand when driving. And sends me to and fro for work as much as possible. Who is always patient with me regardless of the number of times I've asked on driving the exact same route. And who's faith in God is like mine, blind and trying not to be, learning to depend on Him rather than on the expectations and uncertainties of this world.

I'm so looking forward to God's direction in April.