When Kayla was dating, I always asked her, "Kayla, how do you like your eggs?"
She didn't get it till she watched "Run-A-Way Bride" with me.
It was important to me that she remained true to herself and that she would enjoy and do for herself because that is what SHE liked or was interested in; not because someone ELSE liked or was interested in something.
A few weeks ago, I had a young lady ask me, "What are your hobbies? What is it that YOU like to do for YOU?"
I had no answer for her.
I honestly could not remember what it is or was that I enjoyed doing . . . . just for me.
That bothered me.
It still bothers me.
While I was able to "remember" after a few days of reflecting that I love taking pictures, I still remain blank to the thought of what it is that I like to do just for me. Not only that, but who am I? Who have I become?
No, I am not talking in a Biblical sense. I know WHOSE I am, so please, don't go there; I have just become so engrossed with doing so much for others that I, the person that laughs and has fun, and LOVES fishing and camping . . . . . has become non-existent.
I know it is VERY important to serve; but I don't know that I am to be "doing" to the point that I have lost myself.
Does any of this make sense? Am I alone in this?
If I am not alone in this particular journey, then tell me, how did you get back to you?
How do YOU, like YOUR eggs?
She didn't get it till she watched "Run-A-Way Bride" with me.
It was important to me that she remained true to herself and that she would enjoy and do for herself because that is what SHE liked or was interested in; not because someone ELSE liked or was interested in something.
A few weeks ago, I had a young lady ask me, "What are your hobbies? What is it that YOU like to do for YOU?"
I had no answer for her.
I honestly could not remember what it is or was that I enjoyed doing . . . . just for me.
That bothered me.
It still bothers me.
While I was able to "remember" after a few days of reflecting that I love taking pictures, I still remain blank to the thought of what it is that I like to do just for me. Not only that, but who am I? Who have I become?
No, I am not talking in a Biblical sense. I know WHOSE I am, so please, don't go there; I have just become so engrossed with doing so much for others that I, the person that laughs and has fun, and LOVES fishing and camping . . . . . has become non-existent.
I know it is VERY important to serve; but I don't know that I am to be "doing" to the point that I have lost myself.
Does any of this make sense? Am I alone in this?
If I am not alone in this particular journey, then tell me, how did you get back to you?
How do YOU, like YOUR eggs?
1 comment:
I think Moms ask themselves this question often. At times I sort of lose myself and then there are times when the old Joanne comes back and there I am again painting and writing with abandon...until some crisis that could only be solved with my intervention pops up! I guess the secret is to keep those things that you love out where you are reminded of them. because if they are tucked away they are easily forgotten.
BNy the way for me it's eggs over easy with a bit of toast on the side.
Great post!
Blessings, Joanne
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