Fluffy

Life is full of irony. The older I get the "fluffier" I get. I prefer the word fluffy over the three letter F word. (Fat) The last few months I've been trying to eliminate stressful or stress-provoking situations in my life. I have obviously been given a fair share of stressful situations over my 35 years.  I have accepted the life God has given me with gratefulness and picked up and kept going. 

Well, I've decided that the fluffier my physical body gets the less fluff I can handle in my life. Irony? I think so. My thoughts today are that I wish there was enough of me physically, mentally and spiritually to be all that I want to be. I want to be the best mom, best wife, best daughter, best friend, best nurse, best coworker, best sister; ah the list could go on and on.  I've decided in order to de-fluff my life I must learn to say no and be okay with saying no. This is one of the hardest things to do as a woman- to put yourself toward the top of that priority list in life and to not let myself feel guilty for doing so. As a nurse you sacrifice and bust your tail to take care of others. It seems foreign to flip the order of the care plan to put oneself on the list of priorities. So, I am giving myself homework. A care plan of sorts for life. Hopefully I get a passing grade.