Like a bottle of italian dressing some spices that settled to the bottom have been stirred up. Shaken. Makes for a better flavor but all that stuff at the bottom was calm and complacent. An easy way to exist.
But my italian dressing doesn't taste good right now:
:After saying to my husband, "Not in public!" he immediately replied that he doesn't like living two different lives and would rather just BE.
:A dear friend being honest and brave enough to tell me I've become too comfortable in solitude and distance from the people I love.
:Realizing I am much more like my mother than I would like. In weight, in reactions, in photos, in struggles.
:Concluding that if I don't want to be like my mother I should probably do things differently than she did. *Put down the donut, Jacqui!*
:Being very aware of how quickly I go from loving to bitchy.
:Acknowledging that my perfectionist tendencies stop me from working on projects.
:Deciding that the kitchen floor doesn't need to be mopped perfectly, it just needs to be mopped. Something is better than nothing.
But my italian dressing doesn't taste good right now:
:After saying to my husband, "Not in public!" he immediately replied that he doesn't like living two different lives and would rather just BE.
:A dear friend being honest and brave enough to tell me I've become too comfortable in solitude and distance from the people I love.
:Realizing I am much more like my mother than I would like. In weight, in reactions, in photos, in struggles.
:Concluding that if I don't want to be like my mother I should probably do things differently than she did. *Put down the donut, Jacqui!*
:Being very aware of how quickly I go from loving to bitchy.
:Acknowledging that my perfectionist tendencies stop me from working on projects.
:Deciding that the kitchen floor doesn't need to be mopped perfectly, it just needs to be mopped. Something is better than nothing.
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Love you! Praying with you. Q
And, definitely NOT supermom...
super crazy, super tired, super busy...and super blessed!