I’ve had the opportunity to consider more deeply what I believe about Life, its meaning, and the role of God and Jesus Christ in mine.
Being yourself can really jack your life.
The day a pair of pants ruins my life and the lives of those around me I will concede to the evils of the legging.
And I don’t have to be perfect. I just have to keep getting up, because anything worth having is worth breaking my heart over.
Though the tears have trickled to a stop, the pain pools in a hollow in my heart, deep and still. There are some things you cannot fix. There are things you cannot hide from.
“You don’t have to be perfect- you just have to do your best. You just have to keep trying.”
But then my husband had the worst idea ever. He wanted to do the Insanity fitness program with Shaun T. And he wanted me to do it with him.
A bedtime story for my girls.
It isn’t necessary to understand someone to have respect for them.