after a rough week my friend, Lori, reminded me about patience today.
I realized this morning that I have been denying patience with myself.
all the time, in fact.
Lori says “the opposite of patience is anger.”
that caught my attention. fast. goosebumps.
I started mulling this over and realized that I have been angry at my body for most of my life: there has always been something wrong with some thing God gave me.
I can count on both hands and feet the number of things I don’t like. from my nose to my toes.
and now, there’s even greater reason to lash out at my physical body: it hurts, it buzzes, it won’t move the way it used to move…or the way I want it to move.
my body is fighting back. at me. finally. and in a big way.
need to do something about this. my husband always asks me how I can see beauty in everything, everyone around me, in people I don’t even know, but not in myself?
I don’t have a good answer anymore.
intentions for the week: become my own thought watcher. interrupt when necessary. rest until it’s time to play. play until it’s time to rest. repeat. get out of God’s business.