So basically, ALL of the time. Today was supposed to be a post about how I finally got my cubicle all decorated and beautiful. Guess what. That hasn't happened. Can we go with all good things come to those who wait?
Speaking of that, the whole waiting thing, no good. Not good at it. Hate it actually. Instant gratification please. I've been working on getting a Pinterest for the blog up and running. I've been working on getting my Instagram together. And y'all, I love it. Truly, I love the organization side of it, I love the community I've already started to find here, and I love the creativity involved. And yet, when I posted to Insta yesterday morning...the line breaks in my caption weren't working. I couldn't figure it out. Tried everything. Deleted the app, re-downloaded. Restarted my phone (aka, the extent of my technical fix knowledge.) Surely it wasn't me. I was getting SO frustrated. By this time, boyfriend was getting angry texts about how Instagram just doesn't like me and this was never going to work. Turns out, I put a space where I wasn't supposed to and jacked the whole thing up. Simple as that.
Why was I so mad about that? Guys, it's an Instagram post...with no line breaks. WHO CARES?! But I did. I cared, because that wasn't my plan, and things are supposed to work my way. Not to put words in His mouth, but I can almost see God up there shaking his head at me like, "little grasshopper, you have so much to learn."
Today I'm challenging myself to realize that plans go wrong...and it really is OK. He really does still rule the universe, no matter how crappy my Instagram might look. And that somehow, even when I'm a super annoying whiny baby, He still loves me. And that is pretty much the coolest right?