I eventually figured it had to do with the time I woke up. So when I got up naturally at 6.46am today, I figured I shouldn't go back to sleep like I usually do. I guess praying the night before helped. I prayed that I'd be able to get to church on time. I reckon God answers prayers.
Felt great to attend a complete service. I hope I can keep this up.
In other news, I'm dealing with lingering feelings from the crush that has largely ceased to be. When the tide goes down, it leaves behind a stain on the seashore that doesn't go away immediately. I suppose it's kinda like that.