It doesn't matter how many times you fall down...
What matters is that you get back up...
And more importantly keep moving forward.
Goodness gracious y'all know my struggles and you have seen me pick myself up more times than I care to admit.
But I just keep telling myself it's all apart of the journey.
Nothing is going to be perfect because I am nowhere near perfect nor do I want to be.
Yesterday and last night I was going through some pretty rough things internally.
Things that made me feel a mix of emotions.
I was literally a huge ball of sad, happy, angry, relieved, etc.
Husband left for darts, kids went to bed, and I was left with the DVR and a kitchen/fridge full of treats.
Last night the treats won.
It's sad to admit but it got to the point that I finally had to shut it all down, take two Melatonin, and go to bed.
This morning I am feeling better mentally but physically I feel like a busted can of biscuits.
The difference in the old me versus the new me is today I have dusted it all off and picked myself back up.
I am moving forward and not looking back.
Old me would have chalked this up to a fail of a week and I would have tried to start it again next Monday.
I refuse to let the negativity of others affect my daily life from here on out.
This has been a HUGE problem of mine.
But I think with age and the change into the person I have now become it's easier for me.
I have always been way too nice.
Cared way too much.
Let people walk all over and bully me for way too long.
I love my life.
I love people.
I seriously just want a life full of positive people, laughter, and fun.
With negativity mixed into all that there is no way that I possibly could.
In other news when I am feeling like said busted can of biscuits I like to do a #transformationtuesday post!
Happy Tuesday friends!