I spent the first half of my day with my cat, taking her to the vet to get all her updated shots. She used to be a very calm and sweet cat, but after living with us for three years and getting a bit spoiled, she’s become a little whiny. It’s interesting how, when life gets too comfortable, gratitude and appreciation can fade — this seems to apply to both animals and humans.

I constantly find myself in an inner battle — either I pour all of myself into something and try to do it perfectly, or I don’t even bother. These extreme options that my mind keeps presenting exhaust me quickly. It feels like my life has been stuck between extremes — either I feel like a king when I’m happy, or like a failure when I’m down. When I’m up, I want to soar; when I’m low, I don’t even want to exist.

I keep inviting the Holy Spirit into my heart, asking for calm and peace in everything I do. It’s the only way I’ve truly found peace. And as long as my inner struggles still have a grip on me, I will continue seeking God’s help.