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.
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
I’ve been a little off my game this week. I haven’t been running, I haven’t been working out, and my eating has been terrible. So I called for a restart tomorrow. But where is the starting line? I’ve called for a restart too many times to count in my life. Restart on healthy eating, restart
I was looking for a reason not to run this morning. I just didn’t want to go. So I told myself not to worry about my time. Not to worry about my distance. Just to go out and enjoy nature. As I went to turn on my podcast that I’ve been listening to I instead
What in your life do you measure? Do you count your money? Do you track the hours you work? How about the amount of time you spend on yourself? The time you spend with the Lord? I’ve often been told you measure what matters to you. Your progress on a project, pounds lost, 401k, hours
E. A. McComas 