Sometimes life is just messy.
We try to do it all or just too much. We believe if we only had _____ in order, life would be easier. (Maybe we wouldn’t have the dark circles under our eyes?) Our attitude in life would surely improve..
Maybe we just need to call a mess what it is?
I feel like a mess. Thirty-three weeks of pregnancy is a mess. This week I decided- instead of fighting to keep the same cabinet clean for years -maybe its time to clean it deep and cover the doors with some thrifted fabric? At least I won’t be reminded of the mess.
Each day is an accomplishment. I’ll enjoy the small things and appreciate the mess and the ones who make it.
Yes, I will.