I confess, before I even started typing I feel annoyed this morning.
It’s beautiful outside- I had an amazing weekend full of life and sunshine. I got to work on time and I’m breaking my goal of healthy eating with a cherry coke which kinda makes me smile more than growl at my weakness. I’m planning on going running if the rain holds off and I can hear the wind whipping through the bright colored leaves.
I was annoyed because I had decided to commit to post something I’m thankful for every day. Annoyed that it seems cliche- that it’s actually annoying to some people to read (per a FB conversation I had last night). I’m annoyed because I hate it when I seem pandering or jumping on a band wagon of someone else’s which then comes across and inauthentic and cheesy. I’m annoyed at my pride that I even care. I’m annoyed because I don’t have the time that I would like to spend here on my blog to make it the way I can see it being in my mind. I’m annoyed because I want the praise of people and when it’s a quiet day I doubt myself. I’m annoyed with my humanity- my jealousy that appears like a striking snake from NOWHERE and I see my own ugliness. I’m annoyed that people very innocently get under my skin occasionally.
It’s a Monday, a hard Monday and I reached this point, slowly over the weekend, as I let things simmer that I shouldn’t.
so, Day 4-
I am so thankful for confession and the grace to be the person that I can’t be on my own.
