Losing the Battle, Winning the War

It's easy for me to get into a downward spiral of self-loathing (Why'd I cut my hair all off? How come I look pregnant when I slump over? Do other women have to deal with THIS CALIBER of moustache hair??!!), I have decided to take some advice from my sister. Or rather, her therapist. We women, especially us fucked up girls, are warriors. No, I'm not going to start touting some 1980's self-help bullshit like one of the female characters from "Friends". Rather, I think it's important for me and the legions of women like me, to try and remember our strength. We are tough cookies. We've had to be. We've weathered divorce, breakups, stupid decision-making, heartache, and lots of us are single-handedly trying to balance careers, relationships, and child-rearing in such a crazy, busy, ass-backwards world that we oft times feel like one-armed clowns on unicycles juggling chainsaws. Or maybe I shouldn't speak for everyone. All I can say is I am doing the very best that I can every single day that I'm on this crazy ass rollercoaster. Sometimes I do it well…I get into a freshly-made bed at the end of the day with a book, clean hair, and drift peacefully off to sleep feeling like everything is as it should be. Sometimes I wake up on the couch at 2 am in front of an unfinished project on my laptop, a sticky red-wine drool running off my chin, head pounding a steady reminder that I have to get up in 4 hours and haven't made lunches or set up the goddamned coffee machine. Overall, I think I do a pretty good job. I know I try really hard. It's gonna take a lifetime to get it right, but with each tiny battle I win, I feel like I'm getting a little bit closer.