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A metaphor for life? Sometimes it’s like walking up a hill in the rain. Praise God for a shoulder to lean on…

I had a fabulous time in Puerto Rico with my cousin and one of my besties. There was definitely a moment of realization at how completely bratty and selfish I am - but thank goodness those two love me in my flawed nature. Having their support and knowing that God doesn’t forsake me even in those moments is worth fighting for.

I am so glad to have people in my life that walk with me in the rain, play with me in the sunshine and just sit with me in between.

I have heard lots of discussions lately about Democrats who were supporting Hilary trying to decide where their vote will go now that she has dropped out of the race.  What I find interesting is that a lot of them express they chose Hilary over Obama because he lacked the experience they felt like was crucial in a candidate who would run our country.

You can’t deny - he is less experiecnced than his opponents.  So my question is this:

Would you rather vote for someone purely for the sake of having your party in office (what many are suggesting they will do)

or

Vote for someone who has more experience in dealing with the caliber of responsibilities entrusted to a president?

In preparation for my trip to Puerto Rico I am getting a little more concerned with the shape (or lack of shape) I am in.  Not so much for any good reason, just my vanity in wanting to look cute in my new nautically-inspired bikini.  I know, I know, it’s what’s on the inside that counts. But what if there is fat and a jacked up GI system on the inside? Then folks, I hate to tell you - but my outsides have to count if the insides are no good.

Anyhow, I kpe thinking I will be motivated to get on the ball with dropping some pounds, but even the thought of all the tan, six-pack ab surfer girls I’ll be surfing with doesn’t motivate me.

I keep thinking, so what if my gut is a little bigger than theirs…they don’t know me. What are the odds I’ll see them again?

Yet somewhere, in the back of my head, a voice still nags me…good thing I can usually shut it up with a cookie.