Tuesday, November 16, 2010

"The battles that count aren't the ones for gold medals. The struggles within yourself - the invisible, inevitable battles inside all of us - that's where it's at."

Jesse Owens

I rolled into the house like a category five hurricane. Spitting lightning and profanities.
I fiddled with socks as I let him in on my crazy. This is not how I planned my day at all. Everything I never told anybody just came out with Haines in my hands. and as I shut the door behind me a wave of humiliation came over me. I want to hide my head in dirt like an ostrich.
I want to push redo. I want to pinky promise to never mention my mini meltdown ever again but it doesn't work that way. not because I'm an adult, not because it's the grown up thing to do but because it;ll always be there.

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