Over the last week or so I have heard this string of words on a number of occasions to the point that my ears perked up and I took notice. I've thought about what areas in my life that I could apply it to... myself, faith, marriage, motherhood, friendships, family, health, home, life. When I think of giving up I think of a conscious letting go of trying. I think of throwing in the hat, waving the white flag, ceasing all efforts.
What kept coming to the forefront of my mind was me. I've given up on me. Lately an area of deep seeded insecurity for me has been my appearance. As a mom we start our days early and we are often out the door quickly. What I wear to run Matilda to school some days is nothing short of embarrassing. I never thought I would be this person. I see some of the moms totally pulled together and I look down at my t-shirt covered in baby food and think "I could use a little work." Then I hear these words in my head, "They have just as many hours in a day as you have." Truth, right?! I am totally guilty of skipping shower/makeup in lieu of extra sleep or getting some work done. The only problem is it effects how I feel for the rest of the day. I've been giving up. I'm in a rut. My hair is piled up on my head every day, I rarely shave my legs, my nails stay chipped, I can't remember the last time I bought something cute to wear.
I've been discouraged by my lack of willpower and lack of care for my body. don't give up.
The zucchini I bought was rotten when I went to cook it last night. don't give up.
I compare myself to other moms with amazing wardrobes. don't give up.
Matilda said to me yesterday, "Mama I loved how you were on your wedding day." don't give up.
I want my family to be proud of me. I'm making it a priority to take better care of myself. I'm aware.
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