My life feels as if it doesn't fit just now. Like pants that are too tight, and I'm not comfortable AT ALL. Truly, I see folks doing mundane, yet fun things and I always sit there with my mouth hanging open (please pardon me for being set on repeat). I really don't enjoy my life as much as I'd like. I'm too anxious and intense. I fret way too much, and continually wait for the other shoe to drop. It's got to stop.
I set my mind to the work mentality every morning, and don't stop and goof off. I just don't. I think it's the side effect of being the mother of so many kids. There are so many things to be responsible for. And, well, being that my husband is self-employed does put a certain twist in the finances. It's hard. The security angle is not consistent and is a lifestyle that requires more faith than I seem to possess.
Wonder when I'll get it, huh? But, you know, I think the Lord is bringing this to my attention lately. Maybe with small adjustments, I'll learn some new behavior. You think? It's possible. But being of a melancholy temperament, it might be an uphill battle.
(a maid watering flowers by franck antoine bail)
(a maid watering flowers by franck antoine bail)
