Sobriety and the cold logic of the morning hangover destroyed the previous post.
I should have better impulse control at 36 years of age.
Charlotte is making me insane. . . none of the rules matter anymore if she's the target.
But really, the rules matter so much more. Everyone else is still playing by them.
I hate parents who adopt that "me me me" attitude, I shouldn't be one of them.
I 100% understand it at a visceral level. But it's still wrong.
I need to adopt the posture of the reed, not the oak.
Aikido is the martial art to think of; the forces thrown against me shouldn't be met with force, but guidance.