Lyssa's inspirational thoughts for the day!

Jealousy and comparing ourselves, hit in a couple different ways. You never want it to happen, especially to you, but it does. It makes you feel like it’s slave. Every little thing that happens, makes your brain, your heart, and your thoughts explode. You ignite this fire that’s been slowing kindling and now it’s coming right at you with a giant roar and there’s no stopping it. Jealously hurts friendships, relationships, and just about everything you can name. It comes like that fire, scorching everything in its way and leaving you back to square one, or feeling even worse than before. In my personal opinion, it is closely related to comparing and it acts just like it too. Once jealously and comparisons come, the JOY you had is GONE. You feel like a piece of clothing on a washboard. Getting ran back and forth, up and down on the board, until you’re bleeding and raw. I didn’t know how jealously is for you, but this is how it is for me. It slowly consumes me. It makes me thi

As I woke up the other morning and thought about what I needed to get ready so I could go to my job at Olive Garden, I thought about my uniform: Black pants, black socks, black non slip shoes, black button up, my Olive Garden name tag, black apron, my award pins, my black book, and my black coin pouch- all make up my uniform. In a way the uniform becomes my identity. The definition of uniform is “remaining the same in all cases and at all times; unchanging in form or character”. It promotes a oneness, an equality.   I thought about what uniforms we put on daily, and what each of them represent. Pajamas (or in my case a nightgown,  😂 ) church clothes, seminary teaching clothes, relaxing clothes, workout clothes, work clothes, etc. Whichever “uniform” I put on, it almost becomes my identity and I am that person while I am wearing it. Do I give it power? Do I let it become who I am? Does it define me as a person? What uniforms do you wear?  Digging even deeper, just because