Down

Some days don't go so well. Sometimes I get in a funk and it's hard to get myself out. Sometimes it feels like there isn't a good way to explain the problems. I need to remember that the point of the Gospel is to teach us how to make it, not to celebrate everybody's perfection. Sometimes doing the actual "doing" of being a Church member is hard and seems like too much. Sometimes it's hard to have the right attitude about it. Sometimes I feel like I'm busy enough and unsupported. Sometimes I don't know if it's all going to work out. Sometimes I worry that Jozie is never, ever going to be fully potty trained. I feel bad for getting so mad at her for that. Sometimes I get mad at Chad. I know I'm not supposed to focus on how I want him to change and that marriage is such a refiner's fire that it can really perfect me if I'm humble. It's hard to keep trying. The alternative is much worse, and I know that. I think we would all be so much more empathetic towards each other if we truly saw everything, but that's not the way life was set up. I know that the most important thing for me is to be who I'm supposed to be and not worry about everybody/anything else. Sometimes it's hard to find the will and the ability to do that.