I wish I could tell people that things are not important. It’s the helping hand. It’s the ability to understand and provide.
Most of the time my brain has loopholes that I don’t try to fill in with things anyhow. Blame it on my idealism as stated in the overall understanding of INFJ… Well, I’ve just lost my writing momentum this morning.
I just want to share that I made toast this morning. Used a whatever method of putting this, adding that and chucking them in the oven. Pulled this out and built this. I feel great that it turned to out to be food. Wholesome food.
There times when I feel small in my own role as a wife, mother and daughter, that when people actually respond to what I provide them, it feels good. It’s not a lie. The whole process isn’t a lie. I don’t know if it makes any sense to you or even if you understand what I’m trying to say. But, it’s just not a lie.
When there is no lie, I hope people are happy.
Note to Self: Ate herself happily into the 8th of her stomach where she will suffer of much guilt for the rest of the day, when it is only morning now.