I've been having one of those mornings. The ones that start a little differently, on a different note, with a different taste. I went to bed last night stressing about something; something that, in retrospect, was ridiculous and silly and just not worth it. And when I woke up today, I picked up my phone (as one never should first thing in the morning) and found myself lost in a world of worry and struggle and grief. My feed and inbox were filled with real stories from real pe
Busy schedules. I know we all suffer from them, no matter how different we are and no matter how different our lives are. Everyone I know and every new person I meet has the same problem: They're busy. I often, very often worry that I might not be spending enough time with my kids, or that I'm failing at making their days structured / educational / entertaining enough. Some days go by when I'm busy with work, and they're happily playing together, and I wonder if that's okay.