A Hopeful Hypocrite

What do I blog about after a week of being so pathetically hopeless that I kind of want to hide in shame and pretend I never told any one that I was striving to expect good?

I'd rather not admit that over the last week, I felt like screaming "Screw your plan, God! I've got this one under control!" I'd rather not admit that while babysitting my nephew I related to his cries of hysteria that his needs were not being immediately met.

I'd rather tell you that this last week when my friendships and work situation became unsettled, confusing, hurtful...that I stood tall and expected good. I'd rather tell you that I didn't lose sleep or become short with people I love.

But I can't. And that frustrates me because I wish I were more disciplined to not forsake what is good.