This morning I woke up late…I mean really late. Some may even call this afternoon. I don’t know.
I haven’t been feeling well lately and I’m still on those darn antibiotics. Yesterday, in fact, I was down all day long so I’m trying to look at today as some type of feat. At least I got up for some of it.
I hate staying in bed all day sick, don’t you?
They say that sometimes it’s God’s way of telling us to slow down, to take a break, (being sick), but either way I find it hard. Especially when you battle depression the way I do and anxiety as well.
Today, is St. Patty’s Day and probably the most sober I’ve ever been for one. It hasn’t been such a bad day, all in all, when I consider that I’m out of bed, on my feet, and even though I’m counting my blessings late today…that I AM counting them at all.
I used to be someone much different than I am now.
I used to have…bad habits.
I didn’t know this about myself at the time though, and I think that for the most part my innocence got me into trouble. I used to hang with some rough crowds back in the day, and this didn’t help me either.
Today though, with God’s help, I am living a completely different life and one that I am proud of. I am happy, joyous and free because of Him.
Today even though I woke up late, I feel much better than yesterday. I give myself credit for doing my blog and waking up to face the day at all. Sometimes we need to love ourselves…more.
God loves us and He wants us to love ourselves too. So whatever you end up doing on St. Patrick’s Day, please know you are loved, and blessed—not lucky—but blessed. And Amen to that! Here’s to the holiday and another day living joyous and free. Amen.
“For I the Lord your God hold your right hand; I am the Lord, who says to you, Fear not; I will help you!