HiveComb

Today was exhausting. I only managed to eat twice—the first meal was around 10:30 AM, and the second was at 6:15 PM. I was so caught up in everything that I didn't even get the chance to sit down and eat the bread Bryan bought for me.

Bryan, thankfully, received his scholarship grant. That meant he had some money, and he was thoughtful enough to buy me something to eat. But what good is it if I couldn’t even take a moment to eat properly?

Now, I feel the consequences. My head is spinning, and my body feels weaker than usual. I know I should take better care of myself, but today just got away from me. There was always something to do, always something more urgent than stopping to rest.

And yet, here I am, silently asking God to keep me from getting sick. Isn’t that shameless? I neglect my own health, push my body past its limits, and still have the audacity to pray for protection.

I know better than this. I’ve always told myself that taking care of my health should come first, yet I keep breaking that promise. Maybe it’s time to listen—to actually listen—before my body forces me to stop.

Tomorrow, I’ll try to do better. I owe that much to myself.