Had you told me two days earlier that this would have been Christmas, I would have screamed in worried agony. I would have called it a failure and seen my biggest fear become a reality.

Had you told me two days earlier that this would have been Christmas, I would have screamed in worried agony. I would have called it a failure and seen my biggest fear become a reality.
It’s the type of thing that most of us might be afraid to talk about – myself included. So let’s talk about it.
I don’t want to live my life angry and, just because I have kids, it doesn’t mean I have to.
The turkey is gobbled and the pumpkins are mulch. You’re allowed to decorate. It’s OK now.