There’s been a lot going on behind the scenes with me.
A lot of emotions. A lot of stress. A lot of anger. A lot of fear.
Work has been a bit crazy since it’s probably our busiest time of the year. My son came home from a week away with his dad acting not like himself, so I’ve been dealing with that. Veterans Day reopened old wounds associated with my breakup with Ben, during which I realized I’m still really fucking pissed at him for breaking my heart after I trusted him with it. Toss in a rapidly approaching Court date and custody battle with my ex and last night I broke down in an ugly cry after I tucked my son into bed.
There are times I get completely overwhelmed having to handle so much on my own. Yesterday was one of them.
I know I’m strong. I know I always prevail – but sometimes I just want someone to wrap their fucking arms around me and be the strength I need to keep kicking ass instead of always having to muster up that strength for myself.
I was pretty beat down and exhausted by life until I got a phone call from a friend today that made me laugh and smile.
Thank you, friend.
He reminded me of who I normally am when I’m not drowning in a sea of circumstances.
I’m a fun-loving, adventurous, and driven woman, that nurtures and helps others see the best in themselves.
I’m a devoted mother that takes the time to be goofy, draws cartoon characters on snack bags, and showers her son with affection.
I take risks, open my heart, and repeatedly fall in love with the wrong kind of men – but live to laugh about it.
Basically, I’m gonna be OK once the shitstorm blows over. Why?
I can choose to feel sorry for myself by focusing on the tough times, or I can choose to laugh at ridiculously paired photos of half naked men with cats.
I choose the kiteeehhhhhssss.
Yea, I’m gonna be OK.
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