emotional support
So I’ve been thinking about telling y’all that I’m going to start trying to lose weight. Telling you would mean accountability, though, and accountability means…um… having to be accountable…for actually doing it. *sigh* Why is weight loss hard? It’s not hard to eat birthday cake....
1) Don’t respond to that email, text, or phone call. 2) Let that housework wait; it will still be there later. 3) Take a shower, smell good, and show up with your chin up. 4) Say “no” with a smile, because you really are too...
I’ll just go ahead and say it, because I know y’all are thinking it, too. Sometimes, I don’t want to hear about other people’s problems. Anybody’s. The world’s. The economy’s. Whoever. Whatever. It makes me tired. There. It’s out…for all of us. That doesn’t sound...
I’m the poster child for thinking of ways to blame myself when something “goes wrong” with my kids…if they acted irresponsibly, after they said something disrespectful, or best yet, when they got a mental health diagnosis. After the discovery of clinical OCD, general anxiety disorder,...
Think of the worst insult you could fling at someone. Go ahead. The worst possible thing you could say to another person. What would it be? F*** yourself. Go to hell. How bad could you get? You’d want to cut deep, right? Really give it...
“Sorry I’m late. I didn’t want to come.” Have y’all seen that? It’s how I’ve been feeling about TILTs and posting until I can get this week behind me. Whew! I bought myself this book to start next week, but I couldn’t wait. I’m about...