Confession

I can be waspish. I can be petty. I can be petulant. I can forget all that I know and sink into utter unreasonableness. The scary thing is that while I am there, I think I am right.

I am grateful that my people love me through the mental morass of my self-pity. This time I was able to pull myself out of the quagmire in a more timely fashion, with significant help. Still no fun for others while I was there.

I'd like to blame it on hormones. Part of the natural woman.

But - I know this is part of my test; how to resist the suction of wallowing.