Nobody’s life is perfect. Why do I expect mine to be? I act as if I’m not allowed to forget a birthday, feel inadequate, unsure, or awkward, yell at the kids, or God forbid make a decision that no one agrees with. Why do I constantly strive for the well wishes of others. Why am I always worrying about what others may think or say about my choices. Maybe it’s because there is always someone with something to say. So I guess the best question is, why do I care so much?
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