On Triumph

Jan 30, 2015 09:34

I have not been feeling very triumphant lately. I've mostly been feeling tired. Okay, okay, tired and cranky. And disappointed in myself (and sometimes, disappointed in myself for feeling disappointed in myself, which is a really ridiculous amount of neurosis).

However, partly because of reading ruthette's posts about "Only" and "Stop Worrying About WhoRead more... )

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meranthi January 30 2015, 15:27:17 UTC
My feeling about exercise is that every time I do something, I'm lapping everyone on the couch. I'll never be as good as anyone at pretty much anything, but I'm also not the worst out there.

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krikketgirl January 30 2015, 22:23:44 UTC
I keep trying to remember that!

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bluiidmommy January 30 2015, 16:15:41 UTC
I, too, have a tendency to compare myself to others. *hugs* I think you're pretty amazing.

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krikketgirl January 30 2015, 22:23:34 UTC
Awww, thanks. *hugs* back!

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anonymous January 30 2015, 16:56:06 UTC
You are so refreshing! It takes a very special person to put herself out there with your innermost thoughts and feelings. We all think those things but you have the guts to speak them. You are quite a Christian lady!!!

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krikketgirl January 30 2015, 22:23:21 UTC
Thank you! You're very kind.

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chestnutcurls January 30 2015, 17:55:23 UTC
I feel this feel. *hugs*

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krikketgirl January 30 2015, 22:23:10 UTC
I was thinking of you so much this week!

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chestnutcurls February 2 2015, 16:14:49 UTC
:) ♥

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bojojoti January 31 2015, 02:59:56 UTC
One important lesson age has taught me is the futility of comparing myself to others. In my younger days, I always felt as though many other people I admired were so far ahead of me in so many areas. It's not bad to admire others if it inspires rather than condemns, but that isn't always the way I used comparisons. Through the passage of time, I now see that many of the people I thought had it together really didn't. They were flawed people--just like me.

As my health has put restrictions upon my life, I realize that "doing" isn't all it's cracked up to be. I realize that my husband's grandmother--who was bedridden the last years of her life--led as rich and meaningful a life as anyone without "accomplishing" anything. It's a hard concept to grasp in this age of going, doing, and setting goals. Of course, this is not an excuse for laziness or selfishness. As in all things, balance is key. Sometimes, we are called to be Martha; other times, we must be Mary. But never are we called to berate ourselves for not being perfect!

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