Today I am going to smile. I am going to laugh. I am going to be encouraging and I am going to seem happy.
It is my baby’s birthday party. I can’t make this about me. My baby needs love and support and to feel like they are delightful for being alive.
Yes beloved. I will put my shit in a box. I’ll deal with it later. Today it is about you. And you are glorious and a source of joy.