I walk through my house, thoughts swirling through my mind like the dust bunnies doing dances in front of my vacuum.
I think of other women who have cleaner houses.
Which leads to thoughts of other women who cook better meals.
And that goes on to other women who have cuter outfits, and are better at twitter, and can make small talk with ease.
I wish I could be like…is the refrain that goes round and round in my mind.
Finally I hit the power button on the vacuum, feeling drained myself.
I whisper a question, “God, why do I feel I need to be like so many other people?”…
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