It’s 10:30 p.m. and I’m hungry. Like starving. Like ready to gnaw on the arm of the couch hungry.
Okay, maybe I am being dramatic (or being guilty of over-using the millennial favorite word ‘like’). Maybe?
Here’s the thing. I’m hungry in nearly every area of my life.
I am hungry for more professional success. Professional success which will feed the sucking black hole of debt and bills; not to mention the black hole in my ego and confidence.
I am hungry for more time with my husband. Time which will let us not only ask the hard questions but remember the answers we once knew.
I am hungry for more of God. More of Him and less of me.
I am hungry.
Went to church not once but twice tonight. Both sermons spoke directly to my heart.
Applied for more contracting work.
Watching ‘Shark Week’ with my husband.
Feeling fuller already.