Time to live

Being a women is hard.  We are sensitive to everything, our feelings get hurt more, we are begrudgingly insecure, we always try too hard to be perfect, and we are excellent worriers.  I am for sure all those things, and I believe my previous post was a reflection of me not wanting to be that way anymore.  My "funk" is over, and I am hopeful it was just a major bump in the road  to becoming a better person and someone my daughter can be proud of someday.  Thank you to everyone for the phone calls, the emails, the blog comments, and all the support while I came out of the fog.  It wasn't my original intention to rally such kindness from everyone, but thank you for it and thank you for not thinking I am some crazy person.  I was in a bad place, but feel I am in a very special place at the moment...even though there is still  a lot of work to tackle in the worry department.  I was born into a long line of worriers, so this may take awhile.  :-)  There is no better time then now to live life, enjoy every day, and tackle that battlefield of negativity.