Scrambled
I went to the fair.
I rode a ride.
Hours later I still feel sick and vomit-y.
Ugh.
Never ever again.
Doing your best?
http://www.johnortberg.com/one-flourishing-life/ I miss that guy too,” I told her. “I’d love to feel free like that. But I feel like I’m carrying so many burdens. I have personnel issues and financial challenges at work. I have writing projects and travel commitments. I feel like I’m carrying this weight all the time. I get what you’re saying, but I need you to know, I’m doing the best I can.” “No, you’re not,” she responded immediately. That was not the response I had anticipated. Everybody is supposed to nod their head sympathetically when you say, “I’m doing the best I can.” But Nancy loves truth (and me) too much to do that. So she rang my bell. “No, you’re not . You’ve talked about how it would be good to see a counselor, or an executive coach, or maybe a spiritual director. You’ve talked about building friendships, but I haven’t seen you take steps toward any of that. No, you’re not.” As soon as she said that I knew she was right
