I have a tendency to be really hard on myself. Maybe it’s a woman thing. Maybe it’s a person thing, but I tend to be my worst critics, and I know I’m not the only one out there. Usually, it’s in the spirit of wanting to be better. sometimes our desire for perfection can take a negative turn. And in walks the negative self-talk.
As you may know my 30th birthday was this week. I had no intentions on “turning up” but I still wanted to do something. Being 35 weeks pregnant and on bed rest really limited my choices. I googled and didn’t come up with much so I thought I’d help out the next Mama.
So if you've been following me from the beginning, (or from my Weebly days) then you know I use to be a server at Waffle House. I busted my ass washing countless dishes, and dealing with simi-crazy people, 4 days a week, to make a disrespectful wage, but it was worth it. I can say that I had a good time and met a lot of really great people as well. But more important than that, I learned a lot about life, myself, and the nature of people, in my short time at Waffle House.