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 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
I’m trying to get myself prepared for the new year. For me this means a lot of cleaning, searching Pinterest for new recipes, decluttering, re organizing, and praying. Okay, it also involves eating a lot of sweets between now and midnight on December 31st. I’m currently reading The Five Second Rule by Mel Robbins. I’m
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
E. A. McComas 