twenty3. seattle. medium tall. thinker, dreamer, writer, photographer (sometimes at the same time, sometimes not). believes in heaven and the living God. seeks beaches, museums, playgrounds, malls, markets, home. expert bargain hunter, secret keeper, & food devourer by day and a movie fanatic (rom-com and ones related to spies or superheroes), tv show/music/k-drama addict, & food devourer by night. sometimes a bad friend, but a good listener. iced vanilla lattes. frank lloyd wright. dr seuss. serious sweet-tooth: cotton candy & haribo anything. big city girl stuck in a small city world. always wants to make sense of the things that don't make sense. flawed to the core but she is loved. the 1 corinthians 13 kind of love.
It just felt like one of those days where you’re barely hanging on thin thread. Everything felt so overwhelming and tiring. I got a phone call from a friend who just simply asked how I was doing… and that was really what kept me hanging on. I didn’t realize how much stress I was under until this evening when the weight of the last couple of weeks just sank its claws into my shoulders.
However, I am reminded in this tough time how disgustingly human I am and how outrageously prideful I can be. Sometimes, our little narcissistic minds think they were made to take full control of everything - bending, twisting, fashioning everything and everyone to our will - when really, it is what’s being done to us by the rest of the world. I’m clinging, desperately, to You today… and here’s to a better tomorrow. I hold up a glass filled with my heavy burdens,
cheers.
