I do my best to be strong. Strong for myself. Strong for Charlotte and strong for Matt, but some days I just want to crumble into a pile on my couch in front of a Gene Kelly musical and cry my eyes out while someone rocks me back and forth and strokes my hair that tells me that I'm doing just fine and that everything will be ok.Instead I went on a walk with my angel of a brother-In- Law, everything always looks better on the other side of a walk outside. My point? I'm having a VERY bad day, and would love to melt into a puddle of self-pity, but Glee was on, so I stuck it out, grit my teeth and bared it. Which is the best all of us can do on a bad day, right?
Sorry, feeling a bit uninspired today...
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