The Struggle is Real

 



Let me say this: I know Mom appreciates all I do for her.  I know my husband appreciates all I do for him and our household.  BUT...the struggle is real to maintain positivity and not have my own pity party. 


All day Mom asks about Terry. Did he sleep well, did he get off to work okay? How long will he work and when will he retire?  He works so hard, we should get him a treat.  Terry comes home and 'Terry, you deserve to rest. We haven't done a thing all day'.  Say what???  Yes, the struggle is real not to defend, cry, or just give up. 

 

I begin to wonder what DO I do all day? Perhaps Mom is correct and we do nothing.  How can I be so tired when I just sit all day and listen to her stories or questions. The thing is, it is mentally exhausting. Not to mention the walks, the showers, the breakfasts, lunches, etc. And here I go, defending myself. So I will stop now. I know what I do, and Terry knows what I do. That's all that really matters. The struggle is real to not doubt myself.


This blog is my place to unload rambling thoughts and share this journey of love.  I write for me. But I am human. My pride wants more than 16 followers.  My mind goes to all the different ventures I have supported over the years for so many people, to encourage and build them up, yet, so few have returned the favor.  It is a huge disappointment and makes me question why I should continue.  Yes, the struggle is real to stay humble and keep my mind focused on the main purpose of this blog, not the amount of followers. 


I could go on. Enough is enough. Every morning I will rise. I will make the most out of the days, hours, and minutes I have been blessed to receive. I am perfectly imperfect, a complicated soul. And though the struggle is real, I will count each as a stepping stone to a better life, a better me. 



Comments

  1. JosephineTuesday, 29 September, 2020

    My dear sister, you are so right. This blog is for you, not necessarily for others. If you get caught up in the numbers, then it will defeat the purpose of emptying your heart into paper (digitally speaking). I love to read your words and understand everything you are going through. I will gladly share you blog with all my friends, not because you need followers but because they need to hear what you have say. Many are in the same situation as yourself but do t know how to express it in words. Perhaps your blog will inspire and help them. I love you so much, Jo❤️❤️❤️

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  2. Lois LangWednesday, 30 September, 2020

    Mental gymnastics are as exhausting, if not more than physical work. This blog is a great outlet. You go girl.

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  3. Suzie MearaFriday, 02 October, 2020

    Sorry you must have had a rough day, understandably so. However you must continue writing for it's such a outlet for you and you write so well. May God continue to give you peace and patience, especially on your rough days! Love you sister and thank you for everything you do!💞🤗😚

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