Life is what you make it.
I believe this with every fiber of my being. I watched my Mama do her very best and she watched hers.
It looked hard.
It’s how we see it. There’s options.
Choose wisely. Victim or victor?
Last week, my daughter witnessed my breaking point. I plopped down on the edge of my bed and had a good cry. My daughter wrapped her arm around me and lifted me up with these words. She said, “Next week is a new week. Make it what you want.”
A beautiful life is not easy.
Keep watching darling.