What is it about weekends that fly past in the blink of an eye. I'm irritated beyond my means at the insignificance of each weekend representing the minority of the happiness in my life. 

No, I should rely on myself to be happy. But I simply cannot wait for a dozen things to happen. And better yet, I count down to the days that signify an end and a new beginning. Of course we don't often have opportunities that we do now. I appreciate them, but it exhausts me. 

That being said, I hope for the best. I trust in Him. And I surrender all.