I confess, I like looking in the mirror and saying to myself, "What a beautiful girl!"
I confess, after years of loudly proclaiming my dislike of coffee, I now need at least one cup a day. I really don't know how that happened. I think it started with the Pumpkin Spice latte...
I confess, I'm "one of those moms" who babbles nonsense words to her baby.
I confess, my son's name is Jack. Yesterday I called him Jake.
I confess, I spent all day yesterday angry about something ridiculous. I cried. I seethed. I held full conversations in my head that only fueled the fire. And then, I gave up. I decided not to have those conversations and not to be consumed by my feelings of self-justification, self-pity, hurt, frustration... all the yucky ones. What started as a horrible day, ended with laughter and camaraderie.
I confess, that was hard work. It took a whole day of internal fighting and choosing to not be ruled by my emotions. But it was SO worth it.