Two-Nine on Maundy Thursday

I woke up this morning and thought: "I am twenty-nine."

It isn't the kind of thought that makes you want to jump out of bed and embrace the day with a big smile, but I got up anyway, brushed my teeth, got myself a coffee and some cream biscuits, sat down and looked out of the window, and in that quiet space, thanked God for another year of life, a year sustained by grace and mercy.

Then I walked out of my room and promptly lost my cool about the mess in the house, the parents and how they want me to be married, the lack of control I have over my dad's bills, the apparent lack of control over my life, etc. etc. etc.

You just can't contain life. :)