Okay. It's confession time. I haven't been as dedicated of a blogger as I should have been. I deserve a slap on the wrist. For shame, for shame. It's not so much that I'm too busy to blog (though that is probably 40% of the reason) but rather I've been feeling quite overwhelmed lately in my own bubble. And being the kind of person I am, I have been bouncing around in my thoughts trying to make sense of life and its oddities.
Ugh, gross, Ariel, nobody wants to hear about that stuff. B-b-bu-u-t, isn't that why you're reading this blog? To hear about my deepest secrets? Just kidding. It's okay, I don't even know how to put it all down in words anyways. The thoughts are strewn all over, running miles long and somehow all connected to form a long train.
Truth be told, I've been battling bouts of some rather frightening mood swings. They come in waves and each one is more brutal than the one before. When I'm in good spirits, I feel like no one can take that feeling away, but when I'm crashing from that apex, everything gets dreary and I wonder how I could have ever been so happy before. I
hate abhor it. I think most of these mood swings are coming from the little pity parties I've been throwing myself. I know, it is pathetic, but it is the truth. Lately, I have been hanging onto this ounce of comfort from Psalms 61:2.
When my heart is overwhelmed, lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
What more can I say? At the end of the day, I know I'll be fine. I just need to get past this "phase" and focus on Him and rest in His care. Sigh. Life is tough, kids. Life is brutal and delicate all in one. But whatever it is, it's definitely worth living, so three words for you:
very encouraging :)
ReplyDeleteand i recognize the turtles!!!
haha you're too sweet.
Deleteis this J, A or L? i'm guessing L [;