Why is it that 95% of the time I get along famously with my friends, but then along comes a day where they say something and it gets me so riled up that I want to yell at them and cry at the same time?
Why is it that just about everyday I drive in cruddy traffic and it doesn't bother me, but along comes a day where I'm not about to let the guy next to me into my lane even if he has had his blinker on for a while? Most days I just let it roll off me like water off a ducks back when someone cuts me off, but then comes the day where I want to scream at the top of my lungs and smack the steering wheel as if that's going to make everything better.
Why is it that most days I'm happy and content with who I am, but then along comes the day where no matter how good my hair looks, no matter how much weight I've lost, no matter who smiles and says hi in the elevator, it's going to be the day that my friend gets on my nerves and I day dream of rear ending the guy who just cut me off?
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I will only post a very simple comment that someone said to me a long time ago. I hope it makes as much sense for you Dallas. If the church wasn't true, would we not then need to be tested? Days like that just prove that it's true. Take them in stride and let it be water under the bridge. We're not perfect. Just strive to be. Again, I hope that makes sense to you.
I think we all have those days - I personally blame it on my hormones. One day with my perfect body, I won't need to worry about my body interfering with what I'm trying to do! Yeah for that day! Until then, I pray a lot!
I love the Halloween background!
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