Have you ever felt just really sick and tired of....
yourself?
I am.
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7 comments:
YOU TOO!?!?!
You have no idea...
Then again, I guess you do. :)
Who would you rather be?
I wouldn't rather BE anyone else. I'm just tired of....me. Over myself. Sick of making mistakes, procrastinating, not being enough, wishing I was more, wishing I was better.....a better mom, a better wife, a better photographer. Wishing I had more faith, more answers, more motivation. Just...a mood maybe, a bad week?
You've never felt that way?
T- If you were someone else you would not have had the opportunity experience the things that make you who you are. A great mother to three gorgeous boys, a devoted wife to a handsome and hardworking man, and a incredible photographer who probably doesn't realize how much joy your pictures bring to others. And I almost forgot you are a beautiful person inside and out.
thanx jen :)
i've been here many times...and I know that no amount of other people's compliments help you cope with your own expectations for yourself. The only thing that seems to help me at this point is to repeat to myself over and over again, "Jesus loves screw-ups." It makes it okay and even preferable to be a screw up instead of always chasing after getting ourselves together...
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