Not Gonna Lie

But I messed up this last Friday. I'm not as strong as I thought I was or am. I make mistakes, I sin. I struggle with so much stuff, just like everyone else does. The really sad part is having that nudge within me telling me that Friday's plans were not a good idea and that I shouldn't go. Instead of changing the plans, instead of not going- I went thinking that I was strong enough to keep things from going that direction. I do that far too often, ignoring the voice within me and trying to rely on my own strength. When am I ever going to learn?

New Discovery!

(Hello! It's me!)

 Coming home from work one of the first things I want to do is get out of those clothes! As soon as my work clothes come off I feel just so much better. I wash my feet, brush my hair and slip into my favorite hoodie and shorts. Pretty simple right? I open my bedroom window open and allow the summer night's breeze to come in and freshen things up. The sky is the most beautiful color of blue and stars are popping out. Another day has passed and while it was good, I realized something profound.

There is Hope for Me Yet

(source?)

 This last month and a half my life has been well, crazy. My job, while I love my co-workers, bosses and yes, even the "guests" (they're customers ok?), my job itself is difficult. So difficult that sometimes I just want to walk out right then and there and have to fight within myself to stay. Between being there and knowing I have to go there has been a source of unidentified stress for some time. There are days of course, when things aren't so bad. But this past Saturday and Sunday I literally had to leave the store premise for one of my breaks in order not to quit. I'm sure many people have been there. Still there is hope.

Theology of The Body: Part II

Last night while in the break room the TV was on, playing an very old show. One of my co-workers relayed to me a brief synopsis of one of the episodes from that series. She told me how one of the sisters on the show ended an argument with her brother by saying, "I'm going to finish baking my cake." My friend then exclaimed, clearly disgusted, "Gender roles!"