Sometimes...

Sometimes life is crazy. Sometimes you almost die multiple times in one week: once by filing cabinet, once by train. Sometimes you enjoy way too much time with the customers at the Red Balloon-- hurried and frazzled as they are with their holiday shopping-- and they still have time to try to set you up with their grandsons, or go into cardiac arrest over your choice of vocabulary.
Sometimes you have an upset stomach that lasts for over a week, causing multiple people (including the waitress serving you and a boy on a first date) to ask you if you are pregnant. Sometimes said upset stomach keeps you from eating more than three bites on said date, thereby making you look like a total jerk.
Sometimes your mom is counting on you to help her get Christmas packages in the mail and bake breads for neighbors, but you repeatedly wake up at 4:30 and can't get back to sleep, leaving little brain power to be of any use to yourself, let alone anyone else.
Sometimes you have no money, and too many expenses.
Sometimes the cats smell and try to take over your bed.
Sometimes while you are in the middle of complain fest 2010 you turn to look nonchalantly out the window and catch a glimpse of the most exhilarating December sunrise you've ever been privileged to behold, and in that moment you know that God lives, and so does his glorified Son-- and life, with all of its imperfections, is somehow, suddenly, perfect.