What a week

I am tired of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.
I wear my emotions  on my sleeve, I am an open book, and I mean no harm.
Perhaps this is my weakness.
To let people in, to want to be liked, loved, accepted.
and the truth is clear
I am nowhere near perfect.
As I juggle the demands of a a toddler and 5 year old
while I clean and cook and clean and cook
and worry how to guide a talented athletic son to be a well balanced boy
As I work a "full-time" job from home
with kids in and out and in and out of my personal space.
As I walk in a doctor's office
unaware of the assault on my personal beliefs
from a personal friend.
As I say the wrong thing at the wrong time with a big heart
that changes everything.
As a reflective being I know I play my part
with my too big heart....and too big mouth.
I am going to start practicing silence.
And save my powerful words
for those that truly love me.