I’ve had a lot of broken washing machines in my life. Only one was literal and the rest were all figurative.
We’re not supposed to talk about these moments. We’re supposed to pretend they don’t happen and hide them behind our shiny social media accounts.
No one has to validate your happiness. You just have to feel it.
It’s a mixture of bad advice growing up and a few too many times where I felt that I was putting other people out with my presence.
Believing your kids can do anything is easy. Believing in your own ability to show them how to do those things is hard.
Could you still get up, move forward, and grow?
We use phrases like “they love me in their own way” or “deep down, he means well”…
It’s not until the movie has ended, that you can talk about it as a whole.
Our minds are littered with thoughts that begin with “when I was a kid…”
Yes, it’s an exaggerated sense of fault in situations like these, but that’s how they become learning experiences.