Things have felt fraught these last few days. I find myself crabby and uninspired. It feels as if I don’t want to be here. 

I want some solitude and fresh air. Neither are seemingly possible. 

My temper flares, the gnarled hands of claustrophobia tightening around my throat. And all I can do is keep pushing through it, reminding myself that everything I do is a choice. 

Today, I’m choosing to be softer. A little less angular. A little less hard. A little less caught up with all the things I ‘should’ be doing.

Today I merely plan to love my kids and go easy on myself. 

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