snippets

Days apart - stretch my patience.
Parenthood - tempers my temper.

Minimal communication that consists of being a personal scoreboard - are they the boards that build the coffin?

I feel forced to be bright and upbeat when my heart is heavy and my hope dimmed. A choice made from fear. Bad vantage point.

Setting this aside and being at peace is the goal ... I need to focus on myself instead. Wish I wasn't frustrated, angry, feeling 'boxed'. That makes the setting aside really difficult.

Last week, in an attempt to control my emotions, I said to a dear friend, "I don't know who I'm protecting, you or me."

And yet I ask for help to keep faith, to be reminded to hold trust and to be fluid enough to allow things to be what they will be... because they will be... like it or not.