Warning: End of the year ramble.
I was with a group of people last night and we hovered over a table filled with a variety of the usual end-of-the-year snacks. You know…. the ones that will never cross your lips again until you lose X amount of pounds. A couple of people kept saying “I can’t believe I keep eating this!” “This is sooooo bad for me!” “I’ve gained enough weight already!”. Oh yeah, and I might have been one of them. Finally, I said “Can we just not feel guilty for once about eating and just enjoy it? Just once?” Nothing goes better with spinach dip, chips, and poppers like a big ole side of GUILT. Maybe if we spank ourselves while shoveling it in, (as in don’t really taste or enjoy) maybe it doesn’t count. Like you have already done your penance so it can’t permanently land on your already big ……….. fill in the blank. No? Just me? Ha! And why don’t men have this food guilt/shame gene? Or is this just a learned behavior our mamas didn’t teach us?
2022 will be better. I am believing it will. Trusting it will. It’s time to start living life again. Feeling hope, joy, and learning to enjoy the small things. Even if it is melted cheese stuffed into a jalapeno! I am really grateful for family, friends, and my relationship with Big Sky Daddy.
I am thankful that I am alive and still able to be used by God on this side of the realm. Instead of feeling bad about things that don’t really matter, in the long run, I am choosing to feel hopeful, excited, and expectant of new beginnings and possibilities.
This needs to trump everything.
Let’s stop sweating the small stuff. And it’s all small stuff.
Happy New Beginnings my Beloveds!