I've been having car pep talks with myself lately in the face of these tantrums. I tell myself that I have to believe that I know best (even as I write wavering, wobbly-kneed words about how I feel I'm doing) because if I don't believe it how can I expect 'Rado to? I tell myself that I need to find my convictions and stick to them (even as I internet search "dealing with tantrums" for anyone's advice), because I am notorious for not sticking to my guns. I tell myself that it's time to quit acting like my facade has never been cracked (even as I ridicule the pimples on my cheek that just will not go away (I'm over 30 years old now. I mean, really?)) and just fight through each day, proud of the duct tape wound 'round all of my wounds.
'Rad ready to move some loads
Today was a take-a-deep-breath kind of a day. Unfortunately I didn't do that before spouting off a bit to Z. But tomorrow is always a new day. Tonight is always restorative. And right now is always a good time to forgive yourself. And maybe have some M&Ms.