Monday, January 10, 2011

confession

I feel like a failure because I feel like a failure most of the time.  Really, how counter-productive is that?  I hate that when I meet my maker, I’ll have to admit that I spent most of this beautiful life He’s given me feeling inadequate, awkward, inconsequential, wrong and never, never pretty or thin enough.  Which in turn makes me feel horribly ungrateful, but still impossible to shake.


Some days it’s even too much for my go-to solution - heaps of bravado.  The question for you, dear reader, is how do you get yourself to focus on the positive?

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