I got to thinking this week, a bit too much perhaps. Maybe it's the long Minnesota winters, maybe it's just my melancholy side taking over, but whatever it is it got me down this week, in that overwhelmed with today kind of way.
I've read a few good articles and a couple good books lately and have just been so challenged. It's good, and that hard, "it's a good pain" kind of way.
Maybe I think too much, about the heighth and depth and breadth of this job of Mothering, but it is my times of deep thinking that spur me on, kwim? Or am I the only one?
