For a man of only 155 pounds (I used to weigh 158, but i dropped to 152 last week after the flu), for some reason or other I seem to have a huge moment (amount) of inertia. (that's physics terminology). Allow me to explain. Objects in motion tend to stay in motion and objects at rest tend to stay at rest. This has great importance in my life. I have been known to work on things for hours on end, and every once in while someone asks, "Why don't you take a break or something?" For me, it's easier to keep going. I've worked on research papers for days on end, stopping only shortly to eat and sleep. Seriously. There have been times when I've cleaned for days, as long as there was something to clean. Small projects are more like productions in my hands. That's just my nature. Don't try and stop me. Just kidding. This inertia helps explain why I don't like taking short trips driving, but I love longer trips. I'm not much of a stop and go person at all. That's where the problems begin. Despite having workaholic qualities, I do get very lazy more often than I'll admit to. I don't like starting things if I'm not sure I want to go through with them because I don't like to stop in the middle of things. I've always had the mindset to see or work things through all the way, never content to half-ass anything, even when it's taking out the trash. In relation to my recent state of depression, I think I've just been stuck in a bad spot. But I think I'm moving now. A little slowly, yes, but definitely moving. And I don't feel like stopping anytime soon. I wouldn't be surprised if He was pushing me.

The Lord is my shepherd, my rock and my shield. I will rely on the Lord.

That's my comfort.