The days of monotony, of the same routine over and over and over again.
The days of chaos, where nothing is tied down and everything whips in a whirlwind around you.
The long days full of long hours, but never enough time.
The days of hard work, of aching muscles and aching mind and aching heart.
The days of bleary eyes blinking at too many pages, of weary hands wiping down too many tables, of crammed brains stuffing too many things inside.
The days that grate, rubbing you all the wrong ways until your fur stands on end and you know that one more scrape will set you off hissing at the world. Slowly wound tighter and tighter, the pressure builds by slight degrees and if today could be that exhale you're desperate for, it would be just in time.
These are the sandpaper days.
They are hard. Not in a fiery trial kind of way, when the world crashes down around your ears and you scream for help. No. These days, if doled out one at a time, would be quite bearable. But there are just so many of them, and in numbers they are strong. They stretch and pull and drain, and if you would be honest with yourself, you might admit to being weary in well doing.
I'm here to tell you "press on." I'm here to say that these days are shaping you, refining you, smoothing your rough grain. And they do not last forever. This is a season, and as all seasons do, it will pass.
I'm here to challenge you to embrace it. It may feel like hugging a cactus, but these days are meant to be utilized. If you give in to the weariness, you only lengthen the season. Decide. Decide you are going to learn what you can here, do the best that you can, and keep putting one foot in front of the other. If you don't, you may walk around and around this mountain countless times throughout your life and never get over it.
I know. Oh, I know you want nothing more than to collapse and not move for a week, but press on, dear heart.
When your strength fails, there is a Strong One from which to draw. A Steady One on which to lean. He is with you in the midst of your sandpaper days.