Wrangler Dani

Writer, editor, wife, adoptive mama and cowgirl living in beautiful Central Oregon.

When you eyes get teary and you don’t know what to do, call Mom

A few things have happened lately to make me feel crazy in this whole writing/horses/following my bliss career move I’ve settled on.  I don’t feel like a good writer, a good teacher, a good wife, a good anything these days, and though Adam has hugs powerful enough to banish all woes and is a great listener, he’s at work like the awesome provider he is while I’m at home having a break-down.

So I talked to Val. And she talked me down. Then I got up again. So I called my mom. And cried.

I’m not going to get into every detail of the lame-ness that’s happened lately, or the pitfalls that lurk in every corner of Dani Attempting to Use Her Degree.  But I know that Somebody bigger than me has a plan here. I know that I have this time, these gifts, for a purpose. I know that I’m married to the best man in the world, who believes in me when I can’t believe in myself.

And of course I know that when all else fails, Mom always knows what to say.

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  1. What a lovely, honest post! I often feel this roller coaster of emotions myself as I, too, forge a new path for myself. Thank God for hubbies and moms and anyone else we can find when we need just to have a good cry.

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