Warriors, it’s t-minus 20 minutes until Wednesday and I ain’t got nothing for ya.
I have a litany of words and topics that I can write about, but none of them are clicking for me.
This is why it’s now 11:41pm and I’m here rambling, listening to my husband saw some logs.
Snore, for all you non-Southerners. Bless your hearts.
Tick tock. Flashing cursor.
We could talk about the hole in my pants again.
That was fun.
Or, we could talk about the biggest watermelon ever.
Yeah, not really the Warrior Wednesday I was hoping for either.
So maybe this is it. Let me know what you think.
Give yourself a break.
Cut yourself some slack.
Will the world come to an end because I have no wise words for the three of you that read this? Oh, how I wish I was that good!
Sometimes we tend to put so much pressure on ourselves that what we enjoy becomes well, not enjoyable.
Forgive me. It’s now 11:46pm and I’m trying to find keys in the dark. Very similar to trying to sew a hole in black pants with black thread in the dark.
Let’s move on.
Seriously, lighten up, ladies.
The three of you tend to think you have to be perfect at ev.er.y.thing. You don’t like to ask for help. You’ll kill yourself before you appear to others that you can’t cut it.
Forgive yourself and realize that life is meant to be enjoyed. I typed that five times before I got it right. It’s dark.
I know it this might shock your socks off, but I need to get this off my chest.
I’m not perfect.
I’m not superwoman.
I don’t even look good in her outfit.
It wears me out trying to make it look like I have it all together.
Why do we do that to ourselves?
That’s all I have for you at 12:03am.
Happy Wednesday, Warriors! You three rock!