Roll With the Punches

Well Monday has certainly lived up to its reputation today. I think for so long I was living in my happy little "college bubble". In my college bubble, everyone was cordial, carefree, and happy about living. When I graduated and got a big girl job, it wasn't long before my that nice round bubble popped right in my face. Turns out, the human characteristics I was so used to in my quaint southern college town are now just facades. I, for one, refuse to be the shell of a person where a fun-loving individual used to reside. Although, I have certainly had my days when all I did was sit in a poorly lit room with books all around me, eat the most unhealthy snacks because I was "too busy" studying to fix a suitable meal, and cried at the very thought of everything I needed to accomplish. It wasn't long ago that I realized that truth of John 10:10. "The thief comes only to steal, kill, and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly." So what is I make a B? So what if my weight fluctuates five pounds? So what if I can't afford that dress I really want? Am I still living? Yes. Am I still loved? Yes. Do I still have a roof over my head? Yes. Then what in the world am I freaking out about? Today has taught me that nothing is what is really seems... but that's okay because that is the beauty of life. So that's why my southern remedy of the day is to roll with the punches.