It's no secret that women have a full plate, that we wear many hats, and have many people depending on us whether we have a husband and/or children or not. I wrote recently about being busy, and there's a reason we call ourselves Wonder Woman. I look at my own calender and wonder how I'm going to get it all done. Within this life of responsibilities, it's sometimes a wonder we get a shower every day, much less get our hair fixed and, dare I say, put on makeup! I have to admit that over the past year (or longer) I have become very lax in putting on makeup before leaving the house for work, errands, and sometimes - even church services (Wednesday nights only, thank you). Some days, like today, it's very hard for me to even get out of bed and get going, thanks to my new nemesis - Fibromyalgia. So in an effort to get to work on time (yeah, right) I skip the makeup and head out. But then every time I walk past a mirror, I feel, oh I don't know, old, ugly, ti...
My real life mess, Redeemed.