Breathe

I work really hard every day at being a better person than the day before.

Some days are harder than others...like today.

I do something for family, something to make them feel connected. Then others decide it's ok to turn it into something unrelated and really inappropriate.

I'm sensitive to a fault. When people are mean to others, my family, or me directly, it hurts. When my ability, my skills, dedication, and my intentions are challenged, it gets to my core.

Tomorrow is another day, and those who choose a path that is hurtful, are the ones I pray for the most. There is no reason to be that way, and often it comes from a place where folks just can't take responsibility for their own mess.

So do I have regrets for the day? Not really. Only that I let people's words take me to an angry place today.

I love my family and friends and the work I do. It's my reason for getting up everyday.