This week I got all rage-y and wrote an angry typo-riddled rant into the internet. I got so excited when that post received mucho traffic. More traffic than any post ever (Yes! OMG! Holy shit!). Then I got a bit puke-y and nervous when my hippie love-everyone sensibilities were challenged by angry comments and everyone else's emotions. Then the excitement crept back in that my message is getting out there. That people are reading it. It's a roller coaster of emotions, man.
Me me me. My writing. My post (barfs and smiles). ME!!!
But none of that compares to the intensity and raw emotion roller coaster ride of having to explain to my sobbing two year-old, who collapsed into a heap on the bathroom floor at 7 am this very morning, that despite her best and extremely creative efforts, she cannot pee standing up like her big brother.
Perspective. It's a good thing.