I really hate pride. It’s sneaky. There’s two sides to it. One is obvious right, it’s gloating, smugness. But the other side almost appears to be the opposite. It’s self-pity. It’s not being able to forgive not only others, but yourself.
The bait is offense and unforgiveness. Something that is very hard to grapple with in this life, in our own strength. We need God. I’m just thankful He’s revealed that to me and I pray I can remain humble about it.
I often have dreams about huge waves crashing to a point where I’m going to die and wake up. Happened last night. It’s always a dream that starts beautifully, too..
so much of adulthood is just grieving in secret. grieving ex lovers, grieving dead friendships, grieving your parents sinking into old age, grieving the person you thought you'd grow into. grieving cities you never got to live in. grieving parts of you that couldn't survive.
@tallowqueen I’ve worn glasses forever but this happens to me too while driving since seizures I had a few years ago, the only thing I’ve found to help is blasting AC on my face / rolling down the windows
On the last episode of My Brilliant Friend series but given the last book is now finally available for me at the library, I’ll be rewatching by the end of the year. 🥲
women are beautifully & wonderfully made. a womb to carry life. a heart to nurture. a body to feed. without a thought, our day breastmilk has more cortisol to regulate the baby’s metabolism. & night breastmilk has more melatonin to help the baby sleep. i mean, i’m in awe really.
@Grimhood I’m a speech therapist for children with delays from birth-3 and whenever I make the recommendation to switch to something less stimulating if screen time must be used, there’s usually a 180 in the child’s communication