This morning, as I sit here, trying to check myself before I wreck myself, one woman stands out in my mind. She says the most important thing she does is look at bottles. She looks at bottles all day, sometimes for 12 hours a day. She then goes on to say that she is exhausted. Who am I to complain?
We all have those days. Those days we feel like we have failed. Those days we want to sit in a corner and hide. Or crawl back into bed, pull the covers over our heads and shut out the rest of the world. Why is it we are so hard on ourselves, yet so kind … Continue reading It’s ok to Cry