A Moment of Frustration

Today is a moment of frustration. It’s a regular Sunday the kind, it’s a ton of work to do—but it’s just a day—we could imagine what “the soft life” is like. Instead, there is laundry that needs finishing and dishes that needs to be taken care of, a brief moment with God I ask for the strength to keep going!

Could you imagine every sad story beginning, somehow ends with a happy ending. Beyonce has a song with the lyrics “you are my rock” God, I ask you, where is my physical rock? My notes are color coded making plans for a better future but how am I supposed to feel, when I feel lost while still moving and holding my head high as if nothing hurts. Who can I call, just to cry right now. 

A wave of frustration out of nowhere. God, why do I have to hold myself together when I am breaking inside? Why should I hold all the cards? I look at my calls and text list, who but God have checked on my mental? No, I am not tired of being needed but who, but God can I depend on? After a few deep breathes, it’s okay I will still reply to who needs me—without a wonderful, how am I doing today?

Dear Men, just a hug will do just fine for this frustration.