"I feel like I could just cry."
Maybe I should have. However, I am not a pouter. I am not prone to depression or crying fits. I am an adult. I talked myself out of crying right there as I was putting together the bread that needed to be baked the next day. Why did I have such an overwhelming urge to cry? I have a few theories- but mainly, change. I love change. I think it breathes new life into stale situations. I like challenges. When the change seems negative- it makes me nervous. It scares me. I don't like feeling unsure.
I don't like not having the upper hand. 'Let Go, Let God', they say.
photo credit: Rob Swihart
'There is a plan.', they say.
I don't disagree- but there are times I just can't handle it. I have a plan. I have ideas- why are they being overturned?! I get frustrated- just like my son. Parent and child are not seeing eye to eye- frustration- sadness- tears. Thankfully, I got over it.
I trust things will work out. I just wonder about the timing of it all.
I sit here, on this rainy evening, with cold feet. Literally. Cold feet about personal change and growth. Cold feet about work. Cold feet. My toe nails are purple.
What gives?!
























