My Own "F" Words
Hold on. Please keep reading. I want you to stop caring so that you can show more love. Wait, what? You’re not making sense Elizabeth. Stay with me please. Stop caring about what others think of you. I’m not perfect. I still care too much about what others think of me. Think of my cookies.
As I work to switch my mindset from the weekend to the work week I thought about what other switches might need to be flipped. The biggest switch I need to flip off and never turn on again is how often I compare myself. I do it effortlessly. I do it without knowing. And I
I took a hot bath the other day. The kind that are so hot it makes your nail beds hurt. The kind that even after you’ve adjusted to the temperature, one piece of flesh that wasn’t covered by water dips under and it feels like knives across your skin. The way I describe it makes
E. A. McComas 