The Musings of a Busy Mom
Why does that little voice in my head hate me so much? I am tired of her squating in my mental space. Making me feel badly. Everyday I do my best to be my best, to love my best. No voice should have such power. I am 60, too old for little voices.
Christmas lights are being replaced by dawn. Spring is coming.
It’s the adrenaline. It’s the community. It’s celebrating the successes. And problem solving.