You have to go through the bad in order to know the good-I heard that somewhere and it makes sense.
I had a bad week this week-physically which did not help me mentally or emotionally. I was starting to get all up in my head thinking God I'm never going to feel better, my life is awful, God I'm so tired, nobody loves me, everybody hates me, guess I'll go eat worms.
I kept plugging along because let's face it, what else was I to do?
Today I spent the majority of my day at home. I cleaned, I spent way too much time on Facebook, I did laundry, I actually accomplished my goal of decluttering my bedroom. As I was getting ready for my evening meeting, I felt happy, good.
If I hadn't had a bad week before, I might not have noticed when it was good.
I haven't been in as much pain, my energy level was way better, the kids were glad to be home. It was wonderful.
It's hard to be thankful during the rough times, I have to admit I'm not good at it. Obviously.
I guess it's progress that I can be thankful for the rough times when they are over, right?
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