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| Weather the Storm |
It's a perfect storm to test me.
A.'s away. So I start with a handicap - it's just me to be responsible, me to own it all, me to be the parent and everything else, too...
in the week my hormones ride me...
on the day my morning client meeting is really important and the afternoon's meeting is several women at my (currently messy) house...
on the day I'm trying to close a somewhat scary real estate deal and arrange the financing out of thin air...
on the morning they close the school for weather...
and the kids are still in pj's
as I surrender to the day and do each thing that needs doing,
in order,
in order to say,
I'm here.
(breathe. move. be.)
And after all, I should have this one mastered by now. I feel confident going in.
