Sticky
A few months ago, I posted a review of Stuck by Jennie Allen . Part of the amazing revelation and great conversation that I had this weekend was about how sticky it can be trying to get unstuck. On the outside, I do a pretty good job of making people think I have it all together (unless they know about and are reading some of my blog posts). Even my husband doesn't know all of the battles that rage on inside of me. For the most part, I shove my frustrations and fears and worries and shortcomings down deep inside. I don't have a whole bunch of bosom friends, so I rarely confide in anyone. That has also caused me anxiety in the past. And heaven forbid that I actually voice my unhappiness with myself to myself, let alone to someone else. They might tell! Word travels fast in a small town. Even the well-meaning are well-known gossips. Is there anyone I can trust? I'm a Christian, no one can know I'm not perfect!...