I’m
thankful for what I have because I know that I am bless. I'm very fortunate to
still be alive and well. On the days that I may feel like my back is up against
a wall, I still have faith that everything will eventually be alright. I'm
talking about having that mustard seed faith that keeps me spiritually
grounded.
I have
been becoming more comfortable with being accepting. Being accepting of my
shortcomings, imperfections circumstances, and past.
For me, being accepting of myself has been getting easier. I am own the biggest critic at times and can admit that I overthink the simplistic of things. There are days that I cannot seem to get out of my own head.
For me, being accepting of myself has been getting easier. I am own the biggest critic at times and can admit that I overthink the simplistic of things. There are days that I cannot seem to get out of my own head.
When
I became a mother almost six months ago, my life had remarkably changed
for the better. I was a stay at home mama for the very first time in my
life and I was exclusively breastfeeding. My days were demanding to be a
new mother and there were so many nights of nursing, diaper changing,
and postpartum night sweats. Between having help from my husband and
pushing through sleep-deprived nights, things started getting easier
with time and patience of course.
Over the
past year, I have grown to become out of touch with almost everyone in my
immediate family. I was raise by my mother who is a very shallow and one of the
most introverted people that I have ever known. My mother is very superstitious
and small minded. She raised her three children to be a sheer image of her in
many ways.



