This is me 3 years ago:
Skinny, happy, content. We had finished our house. I owned a great business and made amazing money while working flexible hours. Life was good.
This is me today:
Overweight, broke and generally unhappy.
It seemed like life was so easy. It seemed that things were so easy. Oh wait, things were so easy. Joseph's business was thriving. My business was thriving. We both had church callings we loved. We built a big beautiful house and filled it up with kids. We looked at each other and said "we are so blessed. Where are all those trials everyone's always talking about?" Well, we found out. Boy did we find out. Our income is a third of what is once was. We now have more kids than we bargained for. We live in a falling-apart house that isn't big enough. We have to make decisions every month like, "hmm, do we buy groceries or make our car payment this month?" But worst of all, I feel like the more time passes, the more I lose myself. I don't even know what I want anymore. There are many things I feel like I am supposed to want. But these days all I want is to be able to go to the bathroom alone. I tire quickly of reading blogs and facebook posts that are like scrapbooks of everyone else's perfect lives. My life is messy and complicated and there are no vacation pictures because there are no vacations!!! I don't want to hear how blessed I am and I don't want to hear what a good person I am. If you do the right things with the wrong attitude, are you still a good person? If you wish for someone else to have all your "blessings" for a while, are you still a good person?
Is this a whiney, self-pitying blog post? Yes. But sometimes I just need and outlet to vent before I turn into this:
