Honesty Hour: most days I feel great, like I'm on top of the world - not unaware of its underbelly or the current state of it, just that I'm happy with my little corner of it and I'm pretty pleased with my contribution to it.
These past few months have been challenging. Trying to come to grips with someone else's depression, a new baby, a toddler who's insecurities are being fleshed out through tantrums and screaming fits, my own postpartum anxiety, money, work, family, chosen family, church family, obligation, responsibility, a project, another project, saying yes, saying no, saying "yes , and" , playing, fighting...it's all become too much this past week and I broke open a bit. Dropped a few balls. Picked a few fights. I'm feeling raw and tender and exposed and it's really really uncomfortable. Should I even post this?! Why would I post this here?! Maybe you got me, maybe you get me.
Lord Have Mercy...