Saturday Choice
W aking up on a Saturday morning, is oh, so delicious. Those first moments of recognizing that it is indeed Saturday...those relaxing moments of rest before your mind fully kicks into drive. Over my lifetime, there have been many days that I wake up and my first thoughts are not restful. In fact, they are challenging. They remind me of all I need to accomplish, my responsibilities, my appointments, the pressure of performance, fulfilling expectations of my boss and my children, and my parents, and my husband. Goodness! There are so many bombarding thoughts...but on Saturdays...there seems to be a small window of release. Until this Saturday when I woke. This Saturday, my mind was immediately filled with thoughts of what I am not. I am not good enough, I am not smart enough, I am not respected, I am not making a difference, I am not well-liked, I am not simply enough... ...But quickly, very quickly...another, louder voice in my head, said...