Pity Party

Today, I am having a pity party for myself. Mother nature has shown her ugly face around here and every time she does it puts me in some kinda funk. Am I the only one that feels like this?
Every time Aunt Flow comes to visit my hormones go wild and I feel like my entire life is in shambles (even if it isn't).

Granted, I am blessed beyond all I could ever imagine. I have wonderful friends, my family is doing well, I have a job, my favorite twins will be moving in with me this weekend and countless other reasons.

Somehow, Satan creeps in and feeds me lies. That I am not pretty. That I am never going to be good enough. That I made a big mistake. That I am not smart. That I will never be forgiven for things in the past.

So, this is me venting and having to hear myself say (via typing) that I am not going to allow mother nature and Satan to have victory over me today. Bloated, broken out and ill I am making a conscious decision to be joyful today.

Pity Party is over.