I’m beginning to think that living in Mexico might not be so bad as long…
I thought that as an adult, I was done with panic attacks. I was cocky, hadn’t had one in years, I was so obviously over them. But when your life is somehow upended, the dormant ways float back to the surface.
Our culture has kind of latched on to this “decluttering mania” and “throw out forty bags in forty days for lent” kind of mentality that can lead to a big sense of failure. I don’t want that for you.
Reading the text from my husband, Chris, I frowned. He told me our son told a racist joke. Furrowing my eyebrows, I typed back, “What did he say??”