Wednesday, February 6
Good For What Ails You
In everyone's life, a little rain must fall.
I'm offering that as an explanation of yesterday's post.
It's the dreaded mother's guilt that gets me and attempts to suffocate me at times. Does that ever end? Is it possible to be 100 percent certain you did what needed to be done in the appropriate fashion?
It might just be me--but I think it's worse during menopause. Everything is out of balance and then sometimes the pressure just builds up and you have to let off some steam. So I did. And I'm not ashamed to admit that I sniffled as I wrote that post about my insecurities.
But I wrote it for me. In fact, I think it was a therapeutic to put it all into words.
And being done with that, I think I'll go and have some Comforting Chicken Noodle Soup.