My Biggest Fear...

Whew, what a week last week was.  Do you ever have weeks where you just feel like everyone is coming at you from every angle and then outside life throws in a couple of punches too?  I had one of those weeks.  So, on Saturday I headed out to go thrifting and give myself some time to gather myself.  As I sauntered through the many aisles, I was giving myself permission to feel frustrated and carry resentment.  I relived the antics of the week and deemed that I truly was worthy of such irritation...and the irritation grew. Then it occurred to me how I was feeling and that wasn't very good.  I chalked it up to hormones and forgave myself without giving it too much more thought.  I sure do know how to let myself off the hook easy enough. 

 

As I rounded the picture aisle, a plaque caught my attention that read "My greatest fear is that PMS doesn't really exist and that this is my true personality."  I laughed loud as I went over the conversation I was having within myself just seconds before.

 

But then I started thinking about it.

 

What if...all excuses were removed

 

and I was actually just becoming a bitter person.

 

As I drove home, that funny quote lingered in my thoughts and began to taunt me a bit.  I came to realize that while I felt I was justified in my feelings it wasn't right to carry resentment like this. 

 

So when night fell, I snuggled on my couch to doodle and paint myself a reminder.

 

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