I can't hold back anymore.
I want to take the chance.
I'm scared because last time I took the chance I fell hard onto the ground and got some injuries......
but this time feels different. It may just be my blinders or the glasses I have on... It's just something about this.... some feeling I have. I don't understand it. . .
Here's the deal:
This is the time in my life where I am learning about me, I'm shaping the future of who I am.... the choices I make, the opportunites I take hold of and let slip away have the chance to completely impact my life.... possibly change it entirely. With that being said.... those decisions about what opportunity to let pass and to go for can be very scary. Without my girls and my God, there would be no way I'd make any decision... I would just sit in my room and hide away... but the cool thing is, whatever decision I do make.... I know that He is constant, and my sisters will be there for me.
So I think I have decided on this opportunity.... I want to come off the bench, I'm ready, my gloves are on and my shoes are tied.... Let the bell ring to start the match.... if I only knew where the bell was... or what it sounded like exactly.... (quite a dilemma if you ask me)......
plus... I am COMPLETELY overwhelmed... I need a breath to keep going... there is no break... tests start next week, work is work (demanding), and Hospitality is depending on me more than ever... I'm a wreck... behind on deadlines and when I have a chance to breath it keeps me from getting things done, but I can't keep running with no oxygen....
Pray for me. I need help. He is breaking me, and I love it, but it adds to the chaos that I feel in me... like one more thing I need to put on my list... yes, the top of it, like the very first checkmark... the lesson in priorities is killing me right now. I feel like everything other than Him deserves equal attention and demands mroe than I can give out most of the time. I need a clone. and a personal assistant. thanks and gig em.
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