My sister shared a poem from Warrior’s Landing, a FB page we both follow.
I’m feeling stressed. The first download didn’t work. I had to recheck formatting and spelling, etc, and try again. I think I have it figured out. One last check before attempting to download again, today.
The dog I “babysit” is going into the vet for surgery. Not my dog. Not my responsibility. I pray all goes well.
One of the feral cats is doing poorly. He has been laying in the same spot for several days. He’s still breathing. I don’t want to go near him because I know it will scare him. I’m praying for him, too.
NM is more than I can handle. She wants love. I get that. I can’t give her what she wants; no matter how much I give, it will never be enough for her. We don’t talk for days, and then she decides it’s time to tell me she loves me. Don’t tell me: Show me! Show me by respecting my boundaries, by treating me like an individual instead of extension of you and EF, wearing your hearing aids so I don’t have to yell at you to be heard. I’m angry and frustrated. Love doesn’t demand attention, violate boundaries, prefer lies to the truth. I was disappointed in myself for once again allowing myself to become angry — yes, anger is a warning a boundary has been violated — however, I promptly turned to God. Perhaps that’s the real difference. I’m learning to turn to God a lot faster instead of stewing. What do you know: I’m making progress.