It's amazing how a long, hard workout can give you back to yourself.  My circumstances are all the same-still don't know what's going on with dad, had a bad morning with A, didn't finish my book club book-hah.  But I now feel present, and with it, and acknowledge it, and am not churned up and anxious and fretting.  I can breathe through it.  I can feel it.  And I can get through it.  Yuck morning to kick things off, and then such a nice conversation with Kathleen.  She said the nicest things about us, our family-and it made us both cry-especially after such a rough afternoon and suck-fest of a morning.  Focus on that for a few minutes.  Acknowledge what a great family we are-and how other people see that.  So NOT perfect-but really trying to just be authentic and kind and fun and inclusive. We stumble along, but we're definitely a unit.  I hope our kids are able to draw from that-and it gives them strength when things are (invariably) tough.  I pray that we're demonstrating love and kindness and friendship, and working through things.