How easy it is to be reminded of how little I am.

Last year it was words, and fears thrown back at me. And shame.

Now it is just shame.

Does this make sense?

I woke up this morning and felt attractive for the first time in quite a while.

I walked and rode my bike and didn't need anyone to look at me.

I read and picked flowers and pressed them in my Bible.

I listened to a song I wrote about a month ago.

Such potential to be impressive!

If only that were the goal.

Does this make sense?

Oh, it doesn't matter, anyhow.