Not feeling in my happy spot, and as a fun diversion am looking forward to time out with one of our sons tomorrow. We'll do lunch and then go to a new Target that's not far from our home. Funny, but it's within a couple of miles from the Target we usually go to. Overkill, yes?!! The plan is to get Double-Chocolaty Chip Frappuccinos to gorge ourselves on while we shop. There are advantages to having a Starbucks in the Target store, don't you think?
Back to my mental health: I need to work on NOT over-thinking things. Seem to dig small holes around myself, jeopardizing my happiness, and taking life way too seriously. A hard habit to change, let me tell you. Need to peel the worries off of my brain, and besides, there's evidence that I'm tense with this irritating rash (eczema--and it's been a life-long problem) that raises its head on my hands when I get worked up. Can't even wear but my thinnest wedding band, and even that is driving me nuts. I have the strongest urge to use sandpaper between my fingers. The weird thing is that money hasn't been the main issue this Summer (well, except for a brief spell of slow-paying customers, you know). Usually, that's been my main issue. The world is recessing (my new word), but my husband's business has been steady. Seems I'm looking for trouble.
I can hear the Lord mildly scolding me in my head, asking me when I'll allow myself to actually have fun. That's His gift too, I do believe. Must've been absent when the permission slips were given out.
Back to my mental health: I need to work on NOT over-thinking things. Seem to dig small holes around myself, jeopardizing my happiness, and taking life way too seriously. A hard habit to change, let me tell you. Need to peel the worries off of my brain, and besides, there's evidence that I'm tense with this irritating rash (eczema--and it's been a life-long problem) that raises its head on my hands when I get worked up. Can't even wear but my thinnest wedding band, and even that is driving me nuts. I have the strongest urge to use sandpaper between my fingers. The weird thing is that money hasn't been the main issue this Summer (well, except for a brief spell of slow-paying customers, you know). Usually, that's been my main issue. The world is recessing (my new word), but my husband's business has been steady. Seems I'm looking for trouble.
I can hear the Lord mildly scolding me in my head, asking me when I'll allow myself to actually have fun. That's His gift too, I do believe. Must've been absent when the permission slips were given out.
