Low
In Parowan for Memorial Day weekend. I just brought no-nap-Daph home from church where she was having a flip out and causing a scene. Truthfully, I am glad for a minute alone, although it's frustrating listening to her pre-sleep tantrum on the monitor while trying to type on an unfamiliar keyboard.
Today I feel low. I hurt a loved one yesterday. It was unintentional, but it has altered our relationship and I feel sick about the consequences. Sometimes I tire of being me. I weary of hearing my loud opinions dominate the conversation while that nagging voice inside keeps telling me to stop making a fool of myself. I blush recalling my words and cringe knowing I will do more stupid things tomorrow. I wonder if I will ever change.
Today I feel low. I hurt a loved one yesterday. It was unintentional, but it has altered our relationship and I feel sick about the consequences. Sometimes I tire of being me. I weary of hearing my loud opinions dominate the conversation while that nagging voice inside keeps telling me to stop making a fool of myself. I blush recalling my words and cringe knowing I will do more stupid things tomorrow. I wonder if I will ever change.
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