80/20. 80% hamburger meat, 20% fat. 20% of people do 80% of the work. I don't know what you think of when you hear the term 80/20. I think it's a fairly common concept, easy numbers to depict a ratio that is a large majority or small minority - however you look at it. For me, I think about a sermon I heard at the ripe age of 11. I don't remember everything my pastor said, but I have a vivid memory of him saying, "Some people get so focused on the 20% they don't have, they can't appreciate the 80% they do. You just gave up 80 for 20!" That stuck with me. Every once in a while this phrase pops up in my head. This morning was one of those times. My first thought was, you just gave up 80 for 20 . I've been pondering it all day. I could apply it a couple different ways. I questioned some of my recent decisions. Did I give up 80 or was I settling for 20? Was it 50/50? I tried to dismiss the thought, no need to overthink what I have already overthought. I
"Ooh Chloe." I'm pretty sure I hear this every day. I think it has to do with the fact that I'm a mess. I'm generally confused about what I'm supposed to be doing. I am quite certain that I am supposed to be writing, so I want to personally invite you to share in my blessed mess - the ups and downs, the laughing and crying, laughing till crying, laughing while crying, and everything in between!