“Today I sat in my car and cried. Like, your junior high first breakup kinda’ cry. It was just a hard morning.
I was up all night with a sick little heart, then slept in. I rushed to get the others off to school (but not before I raised my voice one too many times). Once dropped off, I rushed back home to tend to the sick.
But before I could go in, I needed to sit in my car and cry.
Sometimes life can be a lot. Sometimes motherhood can be a lot. Sometimes marriage can be a lot. Sometimes a career can be a lot. And sometimes? Sometimes it just feels like a lot all at once.
I mean, I try to push through. And sometimes I can. But other times? Other times what I’m carrying on my shoulders just feels really heavy. So much so, I wonder if people can physically see my knees buckling under the weight.
And can I share a little secret with you?
I also hate to admit what I’m going through. I hate to say out loud that I am in a tough season.
Maybe I’m worried about the woman with grown children, who will tell me she used to be able to do it all. Maybe I feel bad for the grieving woman, who could only wish to have her child still here on earth. Maybe I fear I will be looked at as a failure, from the woman who has her sh*t together, for not being able to do it all.
So I’ll write this, for those like me, who need to read it:
Sometimes we just need to be reminded we are not a failure if we are frustrated, exhausted, or depleted by life.
Sometimes we just need reassurance there are others in the trenches with us, keeping us company.
Sometimes we just need another woman to raise her (cold) mug in solidarity, and shout from the other side of the room, ‘I’ve been there, too.’
Because sometimes?
Sometimes you will find yourself sitting in your driveway, in last night’s pajamas, crying in the car. And you just need to know you’re not the only one having a rough day.
Thankfully, friends, not everyday is a rough day.
But today was.
… And that’s okay.
Because I’ll try to do better tomorrow.”
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