Sometimes in the events of everyday life, I lose it.
I lose my temper.
I lose my sanity.
I lose my sense of humor.
I lose my patience.
I lose self-control (with food).
I lose motivation (to exercise, organize, clean).
Much more, too, I'm sure.
In the aftermath of those moments I realize the many imperfections I have. The ugliness that a person can possess, both inside and out.
Then to see in the mirror, that, sure enough, that person is me.
In that moment, feeling that realization, I feel humbled to even utter a small prayer.
It's humbling to just pray.
I don't feel worthy, I don't feel qualified, and that is humbling.
Sometimes like today.