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Pushing Through Discouragement
It’s a marathon, not a race
Lately I’ve been struggling with every aspect in my life.
Imagine this. I’ve got a pitcher of water which would symbolize my time and energy and desires. There’s four cups in front of me that symbolize work, family, daily chores, side projects (desires).
I pour a little bit of myself into each of these cups every single day. My pitcher of energy is waning with everything I give as I trickle it into all four cups, but the hope is there that eventually, those cups will fill up and I can rest.
But there’s a problem. Each of those cups have a tiny hole in them, so no matter how much of myself I pour out, those cups never seem to fill up.
That is how I’m feeling.
Every day I go to work, I work my ass off. There’s so much to do it is physically impossible to get it all done. I would need several more hours every shift.
Every day I do my best to spend time with the family. As the kids grow older, I feel like as hard as I try, they slip a little further away.
Every day I spend time trying to get the dishes done, the laundry done. Is there something cooked for dinner? Have the chickens been fed? The dog walked? I could spend my entire day working on stuff around the household…