Lumpy. bruised. plump. discolored.
That is the way I have been feeling lately.
I can hardly stand to look pictures of myself.
Seeing recent photos always surprises me. Who is that girl? Blah.
I look at pictures from just 3 years ago…aggghhhh….such a difference.
Pity Party; table of ONE.
I plucked off my first ‘edible’ tomato the other day from my farm-ville. (the first ripe one was sacrificed to an insect or two)
I was a bit disappointed upon harvesting him.
Not a beautiful tomato did he make.
I was let down.
And for a moment, I felt sorry for myself and my imperfect tomato.
To my amazement, he was beautiful inside.
Red, ripe, juicy.
And so edible.
I need to get my priorities straight….I am in need of a swift kick in the butt.
Because things are not going to get prettier on the outside…no matter what.
I can only work on the inside from here on out….
And maybe, just maybe if some random GIANT comes and plucks me out of my farm-ville…
…Perhaps I may taste
like wine ripe and juicy on the inside to him.