One of Those Days

Well, I warned that I can be really bad with keeping up with anything remotely journal-esque...

That doesn't keep me from feeling absolutely rotten when I fail again to keep up with this the way that I mean to. Knowing that I have somewhat of a bad habit doesn't prevent remorse from showing up; I actually think it only makes the feeling worse.

Is this going to be one of THOSE blog posts?

Kind of.

I had a rotten day. I'd just returned from a nice long detoxifying vacation from work, only to be unloaded on with new rules and regulations, and "Oh by the way you're getting a pay-cut!" Worse things have happened, I know. We've all had THOSE Days, I know. Today was simply my day to not feel very much like a princees or even remotely part of my own personal fairy-tale at all.

Two things can be evident now: I'm definitely REAL, and sometimes I really am just making life a fairy-tale just to give it a sparkle, a grand kind of adventure that life sometimes simply doesn't have.

It always changes though. Things get worse; things get better. Some days I'm a princess; some days I'm a wreck of human emotion. (That's why I'm thankful to have my life in the hands of a Savior who is unchangeable and endlessly sovereign. Because of Him, I can know that my story ultimately works out for my good.)

So today, I was discouraged. I still am. But for now, I'm going to let tomorrow worry about itself. Domestic fairytale princesses don't surrender their tiaras or the sparkle in their lives so easily. I will post a recipe or something else that's fun next time, I promise.

- Cait