But you don't.
You take the next step.
You mop the floor.
You kiss your kids.
You tell your husband sorry.
You get a new plan for the kitchen.
You make dinner.
You smile.
You breathe deep.
You can do hard things.
And it feels a whole lot better at the end of the day than if you would have just stayed in bed. Although there are times for that, too. ;)
Today I chose to do the hard thing. To keep moving. To ask forgiveness. To repent.
I cried. A lot. I worked through feelings of frustration, hurt, and anger. I got a lot done and it felt good.
Thinking on the last couple days. There is a time for leisure and a time to work. Being able to move when life calls you to and knowing when to rest when all the work is done. Balance. It's the best way to live.
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