For 7 months I’ve successfully avoided the majority of graphic footage from the Boston Marathon tragedy. It is honestly too much for me. Then I got caught up in this emotional week, my monthly friend dropped in for a visit and BAM I found myself clicking on this link from Facebook, watching from my kitchen table and crying.
We place so much pressure on ourselves to be the best Mom, wife, friend, employee, volunteer. This pressure is from US. To our children we are perfect. We are rock stars.
|and speaking of rock stars ... the Plourd ladies|
My optimist ways dwindled senior year when my Dad was diagnosed with cancer and died 6 months later. I questioned life and God. I kept people who wanted to help at arm’s length. I withdrew. “Going through this” sucks, but we never have to do it alone.