I’m no longer in a hurry. I don’t rush anymore.
Prior to Feb. 24, on the day of my arrest, time is my no. 1 enemy.
In everything I do—whether domestic chores or work-related, especially in public service, time is never sufficient. Vacation, or real restful vacation, is never in my vocabulary.
Not anymore. At least not for now.
Time is what I have now. More than enough time.
More time to read, to pray, to rest and exercise, and to sleep. I was even watching the heavy outpouring of rain this afternoon here at Q.C. I feed and watch over stray cats, my new pets.
I tell myself that I’m simply having a forced vacation, an involuntary sabbatical. This is also a “detour” in my life.
And I’m not complaining. God, indeed, has his own ways, mysterious ways…