Random thoughts and bad transitions

I long for a life full of comfortable feelings. The kind of nights where it's comfortable with the windows down. You're going five miles under the speed limit. You aren't thinking about things, but about life.

Growing up. Growing into my own skin. It's all so stressful, but it shouldn't be.

Every single day I have to trust in God. Trust that he is making all things work together for my good. That he would never give me more than I can handle. That he hold my future in his hands.

The truth of it all is: I am the hair in your bathroom sink. I am the stubborn stain on your dinner plate. I am the jelly at the bottom edges of the jar (preferably strawberry.)

I will never be impressive. I can't impress you, or even come close to meeting your expectation. No amount of make up, work outs, calories counted, or trendy clothes will make me look the way I want to look.

I can only be Megan. I fully depend on God for everything. He is becoming greater and greater and I am becoming less and less.

Fully transparent: I can only sing like Adele in the car and the shower. I require affection to be happy. I lie. I care what people think of me. I am not sure what I want to do with my life. I worry I will never fall in love. 

It's impossible for me to make it on my own. That's why I've stopped trying, and it's a great decision.