I have been so full of bull lately ... Between managing the daily machine, going through transitions at work, training the au pair, intervening with the school principal and "accepting" the financial crisis while we hustle my husband through his busiest time (election season), I feel like my life is one big compromise. One giant yoga pose.
I feel the urge for a major "Me First" pose coming. Something like horizontal, face down in a pillow ... hold for 700,000,000,000 dollars, I mean seconds.
But that's just not me. I can't do it. I keep believing that we'll get through these tough times and that balance will be restored. What is the difference between denial and maturity anyway?
