It's Friday, but I'm not so sure if that is good or bad anymore. I find that just as many distressing things can happen over the weekend as do during the week. If I could go to work in my house clothes (yoga pants) I would be happy to go in seven days a week most likely.
I'm growing weary of foot pain. I'm good with pain for just so long and then I'm not.
I revealed a conversation from one daughter to the other. I don't know what made me do it. It wasn't a big thing but I broke a trust no matter how small and I feel the sickness inside from doing so. The self disappointment that comes with bad behavior.
There are days when I grow so bored with my own company, so tired of the same mistakes and guilt trips.
I am going to have to stay in the day, I can see that from just these few sentences. I know how to do that. Practice doesn't always make perfect but it does make it familiar.
God continues to think I'm "somebody", though I am not able to live up to his expectations. His grace follows me around like a shadow.