Depending on the day or season, my skin is either thick or thin. I'm either bruised or healthy green on the inside.
By nature, I am a giver. With two jobs and commitments all across North Texas, I often feel like a sliced avocado.
A slice of me volunteers at the kids' school. A slice of me goes to church to work. A slice of me goes to church to worship. A slice of me takes care of my grandfather. A slice of me serves on committees at church and at school. A slice of me socializes. A slice of me tutors children at a different elementary school. A slice of me leads a Bible study. Another slice cooks, cleans, and folds laundry.
I have other slices that go to different places, but my pit remains intact. My core and my faith are always there, no matter how many slices of myself I hand out. The trick is to teach myself to transfer the pulp from the other half of the avocado to support my core. I have to learn to refill myself after handing out all the slices. Otherwise, I just become a bowl of guacamole.
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