The truth is, occasionally I feel like a failure.  The truth is, sometimes [...]]]> The truth is,  no matter how bad it gets, I can always look in the faces of my beloved Grant, Lula and Max and see their shiny beauty and love, and be comforted and amazed that they are my family. My cherished ones.

The truth is, occasionally I feel like a failure.  The truth is, sometimes I feel such a well of deep sadness, I simply don’t know where it comes from.  The truth is, sometimes, I don’t want to get out of bed and be a leader.  The truth is, sometimes, I just  want to lay there in fetal position and hide, hide and hide.  But I get up.  I get up and look myself in the eyes and I see myself.  I get up  and face myself and I am kind to myself, even if this kindness feels incredibly unnatural.   And sometimes getting up and facing myself feels like the hardest thing in the world, but I do it for me, for the kid who dreams.  For the dreams I’ve already achieved, for the dreams I have yet to achieve.  I do it for my children, so that they may one day face themselves even when it feels impossible.  This is courage.  This is compassion.  This may not appear to be some huge daring feat of bravery, but bravery it is nonetheless.  I forget this sometimes.