My good girl went on a rampage last night. She was feeling totally out of control and she threw a hissy fit more impressive than a 3 year old hyped up on sugar and soda pop. This morning my wise woman gently whispered in my ear, “Cry if you must but look outside yourself to seek inspiration and support so you can move on.” My badass buddy Leanne said, “Stop crying. You are a badass. Badasses learn and move forward, not wallow in guilt or pity for not being perfect.” These a
Lately I have been seeing myself taking a head first dive off the rim of the Grand Canyon and instead of sprouting wings (like I thought I would) my body is in a free fall, flailing itself from one rock ledge to the next. Bam-Ouch.
Smack-Aargh. Each full throttle smattering on the ledge reminds me of: An unpaid bill (bang)
A shitty should (thump)
The weight I have put on (slap)
That time that day I raised my voice at the kids (whack)
My lack of motivation to
stop and smell the roses Tonight I planted the very first Mothers Day gift I have ever been given-a miniature rose tree that K bought with her own money after she saw me swooning over it at Costco. It was very nearly dead when she brought it home to me hoping that I could bring it back to life. While I was outside I was grumbling and getting incredibly frustrated that I couldn’t find my pruning sheers so that I could make it look alive again…anger started to fill within me.