It is the day after Thanksgiving, and I have finally showered. To put this in reference, I haven't since Sunday. I don't care if you think that's gross, it's what happened. Showering take a lot of me, I get real tired. I even shaved my legs.
I don't know what I want to write. I haven't in a while. We've had so much going on that, sitting down to write something seems...trivial. I don't even have any new revelations or spiritual awakenings or big commitments or anything to tell you.
I am surviving. Living. There are some things in the making, but for the most part, nothing is new.
I think if anything, I'm learning something very important about myself. I don't think I know how to ask for help. I am so used to being able to do things on my own, and to go help other people, well...as this current stage in my life, I need help. But I'm having a real issue knowing who to ask, or how to ask, without going into to much detail as to why I have to ask.
I have been relying on my Husband for a lot. A lot. A lot lot. I can't stress to you how important he has been to me. I'm learning that he is so much more selfless than I am. I wish I could be like him more, in that. I feel more selfish that I think I really am.
One day at a time, right?
Maybe the next time I write I'll have more words of wisdom or a cute story.
For now, this is all you get.
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