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.
Recently I told you how one is the magic number between success and failure… Well now I want to address how 15 minutes is nothing and everything at the same time. And I’m going to do it in less than 15 minutes from my phone while I hide away in my room! Shhh 🙂 I
It’s been a long time since I sat down and took some time to write. Life with four kids, a job, and some lofty goals can keep me pretty busy! I know I’m not alone in the feeling of trying to get ahead, create some type of system to stay organized, and then just feeling
This may come off as a brain dump or random rambling. It might come off as venting. If it does, that’s because it is. The delicate balance of managing what you need to do, what you should do, and what you want to do is difficult. However, somehow, you make the choice of what to
Don’t worry, I’m not complaining about a long drawn out story. I’m wondering where your point of no return is. Where is your breaking point? Where is your enough is enough point? Where is your point? I’ve reached my budget breaking point. After six weeks away from home, traveling to Michigan and back to Texas,
E. A. McComas 