Saturday, October 25, 2008

One Saturday Morning

my gramma said something that my mind put in its back pocket only to pull it out later when I least expected it and punch me in the gut while i was frying up some jimmy dean sage sausages. the eggs were overcooked, and i burnt the sausages. i gladly sacrifice my breakfast than chip away at my self-esteem.

2 comments:

Reverie said...

I hope you will read my weblog, all posts, sweetpea.

I am an encourager because when I lift you up I also lift myself.

There is nothing wrong with you that love cannot repair.

sweetpea said...

My grandmother told me that my sister was in a better position because she is married and I am single. She said my sister has it better because of that.

I felt attacked because I didn't think I could help the fact that I am single. You are right, Reverie. Love can repair that. Enough love for myself to realize that I can overcome my self-perceived inadequecies.