The bathroom on the third floor...

No one really goes to the women's bathroom on the third floor. It's up two flights of stairs and there are no women who actually work on the third floor. (There are three guys and that's about it.) So if someone goes up there just to go potty it's usually because of ONE reason that has to do with the number TWO. Yes. I can't normally do a "ronna" at work, but if I have to I grab my accountability partner (bless her heart) and drag her up to the third floor. Her job is to stand guard at the door and NOT listen. So I have a problem. I don't want people to think that my poo smells. Everyone has it, everyone knows this but I just can't bear the thought of someone knowing that mine doesn't smell like roses?! Crazy, right? :)

So when thinking of a metaphor for my life this is what I came up with. I'm such a people pleaser that I don't want anyone to know the stinky parts of me. I care WAY too much about what people think. To the point that if someone is on the third floor I will wait and hold it. And it hurts. It actually causes me pain and I won't do anything about it until I get home. When am I going to not care so much about what people think? Or maybe I should ask the question: when am I going to care MORE about what God thinks about me and LESS of what I think of myself? He knows my poop stinks. He knows all about it. He knows where I hurt, He knows where I stumble, He knows what breaks my heart and what makes it soar. There are no secrets from Him. Yet I try to hide, I hold back like maybe He'll like me more if He doesn't know. I should just give in and stop trying to hide and start trying to live more for Him and less from Him.

Does that even make sense?

"So Long" - GUSTER

Yes I heard all that you had to say
That's when it all fell apart
Might be hated, but I can't pretend I liked you better before
So long, so long, front foot leads the back one
Go on and it won't be too soon
I'm gone, I'm gone and on to the next one
So long, and I won't be back soon
Yes I'm blue, but from holding my breath
Like I have from the start
I'm the villain and I should confess I liked you better before
So long, so long and on to the next one
Go on and it won't be too soon
I'm gone, I'm gone, bet you saw this one comin?
So long and I won't be back soon
It's hateful to say, see it this way
Don't even know who you are
But in my defense I'd do it again
I don't need to know who you are
So long, so long and on to the next one
Go on and it won't be too soon
You're gone, you're gone, are you waiting for somethin?
Go on cause I won't be back soon
It's hateful to say, see it this way
Don't even know who you are
But in my defense I'd do it again
I don't need to know who you are
So long, so long, front foot leads the back one
Go on and it won't be too soon
You're lost and gone and on to the next one
Don't need to know who you are
Don't need to know who you are