If you think of this world as a place intended simply for our happiness, you find it quite intolerable: think of it as a place of training and correction and it's not so bad. Imagine a set of people all living in the same building. Half of them think it is a hotel, the other half think it is a prison.
I walked into our bedroom late one night at the end of a very busy, long week…and there it was. The pile of laundry that had been slowly growing for several days now loomed in front of me like an insurmountable summit of shirts and socks and towels.
Recently, my husband asked me how I was doing, and I responded, “I’m ok.” “Just ok?,” he replied. “Yeah, I’m just feeling kind of… ‘blah’ today.”There was nothing really wrong… I had had a fairly smooth, productive day with no major mishaps or baby messes. Yet, something just didn’t feel quite right.