I came across an article today put out by Harper’s Bazaar that put into words what I, and I believe many if not most women, have felt for years.
Stuff. We’ve all got it. Big stuff. Small stuff. Old stuff. New stuff. Practical stuff. Why do I have that stuff. And I think it rules our lives more than we’d like to think.
I remember the year clearly. How many times did I dissolve into angry tears? It was Christmas Eve morning.