Well.
Here I sit in the ruins of a Saturday.
What a miserable, unfortunate day.
I tried to rest up from my hectic week. I tried to be good wife. I tried to be a good mother. Tried to take care of a list of things that really needed to be done.
Tried and failed.
We talk about failure and failing a good bit as a family, or at least I talk to the kids about it. How it's a good thing. How that's the way we learn and grow.
Seems to me that this was not one of those "good" fails.
At least the only take-away i seem to come up with, alone at the laptop after a nice, ugly cry, is that next time I oughta just pick one thing and do it and to heck with the rest.
My Pearl reminded me that we made it to her 8:30am soccer game, and that I was there to "support her" and that was a good thing.
... so I guess it should be said that I didn't screw absolutely EVERYTHING up.
Yay.
1 comment:
I've been struggling with failure a lot too lately, sweet bon. I got a big rejection a few days ago. It's so hard! Even with all the logic and the self talk, it still hurts.
Hugs. Hope you wake up the next morning perked up.
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