I am particular about my Strawberries. I can spend 15 minutes sorting through the pile of plastic containers at the grocery store to find the one or two that are acceptable. Some strawberries are just not very good they are hard kind of flavorless or worse bitter, or they are mushy and just sweet they have lost that tang that makes them Strawberries.
Life is like a box of strawberries. Moments slip by most are enjoyable and good, some not so much, and then every now and then you find one that is just right, almost perfect, that got the just right amount of rain and sun. You know you could bite into it and it will have that intense perfect flavor and you want to save it forever but you know if you hold on too long it will get mushy and will need a good spoonful of sugar and some angel food cake to save it.
More about me:
I have a yet to be diagnosed chronic illness. I have chronic pain and fatigue. I struggle to manage a household and homeschool my three children. It’s discouraging and difficult to accept my disability particularly when I don’t have a name for what’s wrong with me. But I’m learning to be creative, ask for help and do what I can not more than it.
