Last week was a rough one. I had the inevitable let down after the week before, I had a family that didn’t understand how much revelation and discovery I had just experienced, and I had a week without a single workout mixed with funerals. It wasn’t conducive to my burgeoning mental health. Not only was I out of sorts because of the lack of movement, I was still processing an overload of data that had been unearthed and not entirely laid to rest. Now that I think about it, I was a mess. I’ve always had issues shutting things down, once I get started I find it hard to stop.
The reason I am sharing this less than complimentary story isn’t to garner sympathy, but to tell you all the things you shouldn’t do when you are in a similar situation.
Yes, my week of enlightenment was life-changing, but this last week was humbling. I have come so far, but still have far to go. I do feel that this small backward slide has given me a fresh perspective. I can’t get too cocky or too complacent, both can have detrimental effects on my walk through this life. I am here to love God first, then others, then me. I can’t do any of those things without a good sense of self. When things come up, dealing with them takes the rough edges off the situation. No more sweeping things under the carpet, no more pity parties, and no more jamming out to tunes that are completely incongruous to the mom-in-a-mini-van persona I sport.
I am a Christian, a wife, a mom, and a part-time basket case who wants to be a full time writer.