All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.
― Ernest Hemingway
It’s true that I have been awake since three o’clock this morning laying in bed trying to fall asleep again. And it’s true that I have bad breath and have trouble not farting in the grocery store when I eat too many apples, and my stomach bloats when I eat bread.
And it’s true that when I eat sugar I get crazy like a monkey you see at the zoo running around screeching and scratching its armpits. But I grab my hair and throw pots.
So yes, I don’t eat sugar or eat bread because I don’t like feeling crazy or bloating like I am four months pregnant when I haven’t had a period in over five years.
And it’s true that next month I will be 55, the speed limit on some roads, and I am starting to feel old. I am old, but I don’t have to feel old.
And it’s true that I love my children and I wish the best for them, but sometimes I wonder if I should have stayed home and put them in public school.
And is there a truth? Is there a perfect answer on how to live and work and dream and walk?
And the only truth that keeps me going, on the days when I have to take out the dog at four in the morning because she has diarrhea because I let her eat the liver from the baked chicken, is the truth that God loves me even when I am a mess and my cats barf on the carpet and I can’t seem to get the dishes washed and the laundry done in one day, and I forgot to shave my legs again, so I wear long pants and I hate to wear heels and I compare myself to other people.
But God doesn’t compare me.
He made me.
STOP.
Writing today for Lisa-Jo Baker’s Five Minute Friday Post. Today’s word is “True.”
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P.S.
What is your true?
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