And I am not good at this. At all.
At least, I feel like I'm not good at it. Clay says I can handle it, and people look to me for answers and calm. Maybe I can give them answers and calm, but why do I then feel so messed up, discombobulated and a little icky?
Then, I read this on kind over matter (see the button to the left) a few minutes ago, and knew it was a sign from God, or fairies or the bloggy powers that be:
We are all trying to do our best
Sometimes we don't know how, and sometimes we make a mess of it. But most of the time, isn't that true?