I Hate It When the Answer is Always "Exercise"

I spent a few minutes this afternoon doing some reading/meditating/actually-had-personal-prayer-for-the-day-ing.

Then later I read some thoughts from other people (ie: blogs, etc) about their bad days this week, and the comments my friends left for me after my meltdown this afternoon--motherhood is a "work in progress,'' "It will pass" and "even things done wrong, bless your family." Their words reached into me and melted my cold, clutched heart.

Then finally, tonight after dinner, we went on a walk as a family (and actually did some jogging, which was fun). The combination of them all, like magic, has shifted my attitude this evening and the world looks brighter and I don't feel so down and so terribly blue.

I guess we are all in this together, in a way. The trick, maybe, is balance, optimism, and endurance.

Oh yeah, and some sleep.