My bags are packed, almost.
The children all have places to go and are excited. Mostly.
I am ready for my sessions, kind of.
I have sewn my little heart away and am complete satisfied with my efforts for the handmade market…except I’m not.
I am up to date in my Body Restoration work – oh wait, no I’m not. I am so terribly behind.
No matter how hard I try, I am never ready, I am never completely satisfied with my efforts. There is always something more I can do. I am always striving to be better, to do better, to be more and to do more.
It is hard to remember that I am enough. That my offerings are enough. If I have done my best, done everything I could and know that, it will be enough.
When I hear the little whispering to my soul that it isn’t good enough, that I should have done more, that I am failing…I know where that comes from. I know it is not from God. I know that it is not from someone who loves me and is so very forgiving.
My children know I try. My husband knows I try. God knows I try and I know I try.
And that is really all that matters.
I’m a day late, but linking up with Just Write all the same.











