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.
It’s a Wednesday morning, I hear my kiddos stirring so I’m hurrying my morning along. Chaos will be here shortly. I know I try to share the vulnerable side of my life while also pushing the positive but sometimes it’s hard to find that positive when you’re in the middle of the storm. I love
The world has slowed down by choice and by force. It’s a scary time of uncertainty and worry. I remember weeks ago as whispers started and the panic buying started grabbing a pack of toilet paper from Costco and two cases of water after seeing a line of people dragging away carts and pallets full.
I have a to do list a mile long. I have dishes in the sink, laundry in the dryer, and diapers that need to he stuffed. I need to go to the store for groceries. I need supplies to make a shirt with my daughter for her 100th day of school. And if we’re being
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
E. A. McComas 