I'm doing good!

Nothing going on. Working, mothering, being Me. Feels good.

I don't want my vent-area (this blog) to become a pity party. That has bothered me. I like to feel I have a place to get everything weighing on my soul out, and I am grateful, eternally so, for support and guidance I have found here. Hugs are wonderful and say more than anything; too bad we live so far apart.

However, I am well aware that it takes always two to do the proverbial tango, and I am not unculpable (is that an English word?) in this situation, nor is He completely at fault. I know I could be more courteous, I could be nicer, I could be plain honest--but I can't. It is a road of self-discovery that I am on, which sometimes has more potholes and other times runs relatively smooth.

Everything you write gives me much to think about and reflect upon, and it is so appreciated. I feel I have wisdom being granted me from those who have walked this path before in some form, and am not being pontificated to by someone merely trained in theory. I feel you give me permission to experience that which I feel--while I beat myself up for feeling the way I do because it is unnatural for me to feel this way. I am the one who has always made everything work, no matter what the situation. I "bloom where planted"...a motto of mine. So why can't I just suck it up now? Because I just can't anymore. Perhaps because, before, I didn't feel like my life was slipping away.

Besides a killer headache that has so far lasted three days, I am good this week. Work is good and fulfilling, time with the kids has been wonderful and I feel my routine has clicked perfectly into place, finally, this week.

I need to live for me and for my monitos! When I forget that, it all falls apart.

I'm doing good.