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But here’s the truth: I am a lot smarter than I let on. And I am not saying that for an ego boost or to prove something to you. Those who know me personally probably characterize me as self-deprecating, possibly a little ditzy, so this comment probably seems uncharacteristic.
I don’t feel lucky, most days. I hate the way he makes oatmeal leaving granules all over our new wood floors. I hate the way the oatmeal sloshes around his mouth after he shovels in giant spoonfuls before he hurries off to work or wherever. I hate the way the dried oatmeal sticks to the sides of our glass bowls after he half rinses them and lays them in the sink. But here’s the weirdest part – in spite of all of that, I most certainly still love him.
I know it’s much easier to believe that God takes care of everyone and rights all wrongs and heals all the sick and that there’s a purpose behind everything that happens. It helps us make sense of our earthly hardships or situations. When Jimmy was life flighted to Nationwide, that’s exactly what everyone wanted me to believe.
So, I ate a giant cookie the other day. It. Was. Gloriously chocolatey and crispy on the edges while being soft in its center. It was one amazing cookie…. but, I immediately felt sick. How could I put something so terrible for me inside my body? All that work at the gym and I’ve messed it up in a matter of minutes… 1,000 calories…. I am ruined.
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