Some truths that should be included about my life:
I yelled at my husband and I yelled at my kids.
Sometimes I thought I was better than others, sometimes I knew I wasn’t as good as anyone.
I lied and was dishonest.
I lamented all that I didn’t have and arrogantly thought I deserved more.
I doubted my purpose.
I lacked courage to reach goals.
I let hate touch my life.
I practiced selfishness to an embarrassing degree.
I acted righteous when I should have been pleading forgiveness.
I refused to admit when I was wrong.
I was clueless.
And:
I did my very best to be a better mother and a better wife.
Sometimes I was able to accept that I was as valuable as anyone, everyone.
I was truthful and honest even when it pained me to do so.
I learned that my purpose was flexible and fluid.
I basked in achieving goals I worked damn hard to obtain.
I learned that hate had no place in my heart and shunned it to the best of my ability.
I gave of myself in ways that helped others beyond what I thought I was capable of doing.
I learned the truth of value and morality and chose to seek it and live it.
I came to understand that being wrong is not a shame.
I loved learning.
The truth of my life is all that needs written.
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PS….a very very long time from now!
