It's been going on for so long. I have become numb to it over the years. I look the other way. I cover it up. Sometimes I do let it just show. I'm not proud. Maybe I need help. But I think I have learned to just live with it. And even enjoy it a little. I wonder if I need help. In fact, it may seem that I'm asking for help because I'm blogging about it. I'm not. Not intentionally anyway. I just thought I should be honest. With myself. With all of you. So here it is. My unhealthy relationship with...
It's everywhere. I have sent it on its way on so many mornings. I've tried afternoons. Heck! I even brought my kids into the relationship. But to no avail. It always comes back. With a vengeance even.
It's just no use. It keeps coming back and I keep letting it lie. I don't dust as much as I used to. It's an impossible relationship to break. It's come to this. Dust is here and I am letting it stay.
Don't try to help me. I will be ok. I'm sure of it. I am even allowing my children to become immune to its powers. We will all go on with our lives while the dust just sits there. Because even if I dusted with the best of the products on the market, it will just be back in a day or two. I have met my match.
Just let it be.