I snoozed the buzzing alarm, and slowly pulled myself from blanket’s thick warmth.
It was one morning of a hurricane.
I hurried through getting food on the table and into the lunch boxes. Rushed the children up their bed, out the door and into the car.
All rushing leads to nothing, and rest always comes to the still.
I jumped right into the driver seat. “Can’t be late today”, I muttered to self, quickly glancing at myself in the mirror, sighing: “When will i ever exit the house like I’ve got it together?”
That night at a dinner, I sat in front of a lady who animatedly told me about her exciting life. Career, children, and commitments – she said she was glad she was doing it all. I looked down the floor avoiding her eyes. The voice inside of me questioning why I can’t ever seem to get my act together like…
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