(This was actually written quite a while ago . . . but I liked it!)
It's been a while, I know. For my 10 followers, oops, make that 9 since Michelle decided she'd double up on her support -- I apologize. The truth is that I have nothing to say. I'm struggling -- with words, with me. Do you ever wish that you could just get your act together? Like you could really be who you think people think you are? Maybe I really am that person -- the one who seems like her world is put together, her house is clean (for the most part), her kids are eating good meals, her Bible is opened regularly, her husband is happy, and her life is fulfilled. The one who always has a smile for you. Maybe I am. But not today. Today I'm 10 pounds overweight, my hair is gray, my body is stiff from walking about a mile!, and my eyes are bloodshot. Today I'm the other me. Today, I'm the me that needs a good cry, a good movie, and a good hot bath. I need these blasted hormones to get back to normal. I think I'll go do that now.
Mrs. W!
ReplyDeleteI wish every day I could get my act together.
That I'd just read my flippin' text books and work out every day and get my clothes ready at night so I'm not late for work every morning.
But thank God who we are and what we are worth does not depend on how good we are, or on how put-together we are, or on how we look or on what other people think of us.
Hang in there! :)
-Arleen