I’m feeling like myself again for the first time since we’ve been in Alaska. It’s been a journey I didn’t plan on. Pushing through normal life with autoimmune diseases is challenging any day. Even more so outside of my creature comforts. What a relief this is. I’ve purchase some high protein snack bars and beef jerky to keep me going in case of gluten free food issues.

Don’t get too comfortable though. I should know this by now. I’m old enough to know life will occasionally bitch slap you back to reality.

We get our schedules for next week. Once again we are separated. I work four days. Derek works two. Other rail guides only have two shifts also. When I inquire about this I’m told a lot of bartenders asked for time off. I’m unsure of what is happening next week that so many people need time off. I don’t look forward to these shifts. Especially the room up in Healey. I don’t want to share a room with someone I don’t know.

As I sit on the motor coach this early morning, heading to Whittier to pick up cruise passengers, (Remember we bus to the Girdwood depot to catch the train and back into Whittier), I think about how my prayer life has been shallow. At night my mind wanders so much that I choose a worship song to sing in my head until I fall asleep. I tell myself that this is praying. And for a night or two it is. Then it’s complacency.

I turn my Christian music playlist on and listen to His promises. I love my faith. It sustains me. I need to lean into it stronger. I’m a better person when I do.

It’s drizzling outside but the scenery is beautiful. I’m thankful for these moments. Even though I’m so tired from not sleep well. Unable to turn my mind off.

I promise to God to be better with my prayers. Still, I’d be ok with an easier path.