Things don't suck...and other lies I tell myself
Things do not suck. Okay, let's be honest, maybe they suck a little. I'm an eternal optimist, one of those people who irritate those who never want to look at the bright side, who are happy to point out what's bad about the world and don't think they have anything to be grateful for. I pride myself on being grateful and on being optimistic. But truly, lately things, well, they kind of suck. First, I'm a mom. Greatest honor of my life. My daughter is awesome. Sarcastic, sharp tongued, witty, intelligent, strong-willed, ambitions, driven, argumentative and isn't easily swayed. She's the best thing that ever happened to me. So what could go wrong, you ask? Okay, well, she had the audacity, after 18 years of care, worry and sacrifice, to go off to college....four hours away. Who does that? Well, my awesome, driven daughter of course. That's what I taught her, after all, to go get what she wants