So ironic joke, after last time’s blog when I spoke about loving like Jesus and being kind, my family had a bit of a blowout this week.
If you haven’t already found out, I feel emotions in extremes. I try hard not to, but sometimes I can’t help it.
If you do something to hurt my feelings or make me mad, I’ll keep it to myself for the most part, but then I bottle it up, and then again and then again. I’m sure you all can guess the end result. I blow up.
As you know, my mom and I live together and there are a ton of things that get under our skin.
- dirty dishes,
- dog hair all over the floor,
- my dog in general,
- me in general (I’m kidding, but I’m not),
- the yard not being mowed,
- not bringing my dirty clothes into the laundry room…
Normal mom problems, I assume.
- her having problems with my wonderful puppy (who is a pain in the butt),
- dirty dishes that I don’t want to do,
- no warning when she’s bringing people over (you know, so I can make sure I have pants on!)…and probably a few others that I can’t justify.
Anyways, two women living in the same house, with things we both dislike; we’re a lot alike and there are always other factors that play into it.
THEN, you can throw in my loud brother who enjoys telling people that “he’s grown” and my little sister who is fourteen (need I really say more?) and you have a house full of stubborn fighters who are, well, stubborn.
After writing my last blog, as I sent my email to wonderful Stefne and wonderful Cindy, I closed my laptop and said, you know Kerrigan, you got this. You know how to be kind, your passive for the most part, you’re too shy to talk to random people anyways, so how hard can it be to be nice to the people in your life?
And what I say to that delusional Kerrigan from last week: YOU HAVE NO IDEA.
It’s HARD to be nice to people. To choose your battles. To know when to stand up for yourself, or when to let people have it. To speak up for what’s right and to be prepared to get yelled at for it.
IT’S HARD PEOPLE.
I’m sure you all understand it just as much as I do. So, this blog is just a little encouragement. I have said some not-so-nice things this week, I have vented, I have yelled, and there are probably other things that my mind made me forget (or I just don’t want you guys to know. Haha!). Anyways, be nice, and kind, and whatever it takes. Sometimes it isn’t about being right, sometimes it isn’t about sticking up for yourself.Sometimes it's just about loving like Jesus. @kerrigandudley Click To Tweet
I apologize that this blog is so much like last week’s, but clearly I needed a reminder & maybe it happened because the enemy didn’t like my last blog, so I figured I’d just stick it to him all over again.
Be kind, be yourself, and please keep my crazy self in your prayers.
Love you guys!
Also: I forgot to keep y’all updated about my Whole 30 experience, and I’m sad to say I almost made it through half the days, then I quit because I enjoy food very much. Bad food. But, to take the spotlight off of me, wonderful Stefne Miller did it and is beginning Whole 60. Thanks for making me look bad Stef. 😉
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