So. I've been quiet for a while. I go through cycles of tons to say then thinking I should fall silent for a bit and then sometimes it turns into writers block.
Weight:
I hate mine. Let me pout for a second. I don't WANT to exircise, I don't WANT to eat specific things. I know I have to but I DON'T WANT to. Thanks. Fit done.
Self:
I like mine.
Weight/self:
Intertwined together hence the ups and downs.
Control:
I have none in this life; none of us do. If you think you have control of something, it's just a coincidence. It's just a happenstance of your life at that moment in time. God is really in control; not you, not me.
My boys:
My joy. Pure.
Best Friends:
I am lucky. She's the best. Supports me and gets mad at me and laughes her butt off at me and hates me and loves me and is quiet when needed and loud when needed. Wonder why I had to go 36, 37 years to find this friend? Oh yeah, it's that God thing. Perfect timing for this life of mine.
sorry to ramble this time guys. usually I'm more cohesive than this. must be the wine.
You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
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