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How guilt makes me feel. |
As I have been busy buying everyone the toy they must have, the scooter they want, the book they have hinted for. Among all the rushing of the end of the year I have been thinking about what I want. What I want what I really really want and its not a ziggy zig ahhh.
I want to be free from guilt. The guilt I inflict on myself, the guilt I feel about not being the perfect mother. The guilt I feel about not being the perfect wife, the guilt I feel because I forget to txt and friend back, the 'I am not who they want me to be guilt'. The guilt I feel because my arse is still fat even though I promised myself I would make it smaller in 2015. So my Christmas present to myself is to accept myself, faults and all. To accept that I enjoy working and that I can't be in two places at once. So when I am working and enjoying it that it just as ok as when I am at home refusing to think about work because I have a tea party to attend with two little ladies.
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Love'n life with my boy |
I am acknowledging that I am aging at that is ok! Its ok that I can see lines around my eyes and that I now need to wear lip liner or my lipstick bleeds. Its ok that I haven't done everything on my life list its ridiculously long. I wont feel guilty about what I haven't and can't do,rather I will celebrate what I have done and rejoices in what I am doing.
I am perfectly imperfect.
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