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.
I’m not OK. It’s a hard sentence to write. I’ve been struggling with a few things and those few things have turned in to more things that trigger more things. It’s a hard cycle to break. Our new home doesn’t feel like home yet. It’s still filled with boxes that need to be gone through
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’m failing. When I looked around my living room last night I hung my head in defeat, I’m failing. Wait. Stop. What? My apartment needs some major TLC. The laundry I put on the chair to fold? My kids through it around the living room. The dishes? Piled in the sink because I can’t unload
Brain dump day! I’ve had a lot rattling around in my head lately… “Did I switch the loads? Is it bath day? Did the baby eat any of his food? Is it Tuesday or Friday? Where is my to do list? There’s my pen! Where did your clothes go? Is it bedtime?” Life is too
E. A. McComas 