Just Enough

There are things I need to say, but I am not sure where to start. How about a list? No? Too bad.

Roller Derby is so hard that I want to quit and so good for me that I love it. I love being challenged (and hate it). I am proud of myself and repeatedly embarrassed by my clumsy self. It’s more humbling and empowering than anything else I’ve ever done.

I think my two year old is insane, really.

I think my seven year old is really 14. She can be such a bitch sometimes. I wonder where she gets it. Having children is like having an evil mirror that just shows you your flaws reflected in the most precious things to you, your children.

Work is hard lately, busy and I am having a hard time focusing. I find myself just sitting and staring. It’s not productive.

Fuck, it’s cold.

I am done Christmas shopping. It’s a weak Christmas, but they all are. We squeak by, somehow. I trust that we will have enough and we do, just enough.