It Ain't Easy Bein' Me But ....

Just one day after the television preacher explained to me exactly why my painted passion is so fulfilling, rewarding and apparently bears good fruit, I experience a day during which I was overcome with gut-wrenching doubt. I had work to do, it was cold and rainy, and Daughter Number 1 was having a nightmarish slumber party in celebration of her 13th birthday. I had a little bit much on my plate -- practically a Thanksgiving dinner on my plate. Here's a picture the 12- and 13-year-old darlings took last night when the night was young:

Now that the party is over and all my angst has subsided, I wonder what was I so worried about? The job got finished. It was beautiful. I got paid. Everybody is happy. The party was a success and oh, so revealing. I learned things about my daughter's friends that will serve me so very well as they age and move in to high school. Little did they know I was conducting psychological evaluations as they giggled and screamed the night away.

After the freak-out, I can't help but wonder, where the heck do these doubt attacks come from anyway? Is there a gene that only women get? I have yet to see my husband doubt or second-guess anything, (other than commitment before we were married). On second thought, maybe it's us girls that are normal and it's the men that are missing something important.

I never got around to telling anybody that on the day that Creflo Dollar explained my God-given passion, Joyce Meyer shared with me some really good advice on destructive thoughts. I'm telling you, Wednesday was my day for receiving important messages. When I was talking this over with Smart Jamie, she hinted I may be overthinking things. You think?

So I've analyzed my doubt attack for another day and a half and determined, shockingly, that it's the kids' fault. They know the buttons to push and push them with abandon. My painted groove is legit and important. So is the familia. All can be done with the careful coordination only a woman can accomplish. Even though it's their fault, what could be better than this life? Just take a look at the following evidence:

My vintage, faux-leopard coat. I'm pretty sure it doesn't get any better than my faux-leopard coat. Again, I could stand a little lipstick.

But the best, most fabulous thing of all:

Moments like this. Thank You.