As I travel through the journey that is called life, I realize that it's all about weaving through the crap. The crap never stops coming. It is just in how you handle it. Which direction will I go? Will I follow or will I push through and make my own path.
Wow! Deep man... As a mother of three, I try to grab the hands of my little ones and lead them through the crap until they are ready to handle it on their own. All I can hope is that I taught them well.
Update: The house has been moved into. Very little boxes are left. Nothing is put on the walls. I don't wanna jinx anything by putting stuff on the walls. Yes, that is correct. I have been come superstitious in my old age.
