During art, the kids were painting and whatnot, doing their thing.
Then the kids start asking each other what they wanna be when they grow up. Cute answers like actor or vet or scientist come up. Go girls!
Then Maggie makes the kids guess our majors. They're nine, they don't know what that means. So she makes them guess what we want to be when we grow up.
I don't know the answer to that question. I am not a fan of that question at all. I'm so pulled in so many different directions it's insane. I'm working on figuring it all out, very slowly waiting for God to reveal His plan, trying to stay open minded and receptive.
Waiting is really hard.
Then, this week, show week, of course. My self esteem is really low. I don't feel good about myself, and I have been taking really good care of my skin, but somehow I have a ton of new pimples? So I'm snapchatting less and less which sucks because that's something I really like doing but I'm embarrassed. I know they'll go away soon but acne makes me feel ugly. I don't like it. I've always been praised for having super-clear skin by my family and friends. So when I get one little zit I naturally freak. It's not perfect anymore. That sucks. I shouldn't let a few little pimples make me feel crappy, but it happens. It's happening. Ugh.
Then the kids start asking each other what they wanna be when they grow up. Cute answers like actor or vet or scientist come up. Go girls!
Then Maggie makes the kids guess our majors. They're nine, they don't know what that means. So she makes them guess what we want to be when we grow up.
I don't know the answer to that question. I am not a fan of that question at all. I'm so pulled in so many different directions it's insane. I'm working on figuring it all out, very slowly waiting for God to reveal His plan, trying to stay open minded and receptive.
Waiting is really hard.
Then, this week, show week, of course. My self esteem is really low. I don't feel good about myself, and I have been taking really good care of my skin, but somehow I have a ton of new pimples? So I'm snapchatting less and less which sucks because that's something I really like doing but I'm embarrassed. I know they'll go away soon but acne makes me feel ugly. I don't like it. I've always been praised for having super-clear skin by my family and friends. So when I get one little zit I naturally freak. It's not perfect anymore. That sucks. I shouldn't let a few little pimples make me feel crappy, but it happens. It's happening. Ugh.
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