While scrolling through my Facebook feed the other day I came across something that brought me up shorter than I already am:
I would like to tell you that I have never been guilty of such petty-minded, small-spirited thinking. I would also like to tell you I’m a tall, willowy creature with more money than I know what to do with it. Both would be bare-faced lies.
The truth ain’t always pretty, is it?
But it’s good at pointing me in the right direction.
Who am I to cop an attitude about how people find some measure of comfort in this crazy, challenging word? Even if I don’t say or type a word about it to another living soul, I don’t want that kind of thinking in my head. (It’s scary enough in there already.)
So next time I catch myself slipping, I will repeat my new two-word mantra: