My negative spiral always starts with something small. Not enough ice in the ice maker. A pile of shoes that suddenly makes me extremely irritated. The “mom” call that means I need you. I go from small irritation to a spiral, leaving me discontent, and I’ll admit there’s more than a hint of entitlement in it. Nothing is working, nothing is what it should be. I deserve better! What a pattern in myself. A small discomfort becomes a story of disillusionment. And the world affirms it as I listen to… Continue reading choose to sing
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