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.