This morning I had a lovely 4 mile run with my buddy.
It was rejuvenating and I was on that high. One skinny vanilla latte later and I was doing really good.
Until I wasn't. A short conversation cut out all my happiness and brought me down.
I was really feeling like this.
And I was hurt. But I put myself in the position to be hurt. I knew better. Honestly.
Anyways, I came home to an empty, quiet house and I counted my blessings. I thought about the children at school and how much they love me and need me. How much I need them. How I wouldn't be where or who I am without them and my husband. He is good to me. He makes it so I never have to worry. It's not easy. Life, I mean. But it is worth it.
I sat down to read blogs while eating a leisurely breakfast. Mmmm, bagels with neufetchal cheese. I came across this quote of scripture and it just made all the sense in the world. Especially today.
Do everything without complaining or arguing. Phil 2:14
Sound advice I think.
Also a shower. I'm pretty sure a long hot one will wash away all these yucky feelings.