Owning My Oops: My Journey of Admitting I was part of the Problem

You ever have one of those days where A LOT is going wrong? I have. For me it one of those days would look like: My babe finally went down at 2 AM. I woke up at 5AM sick with what felt like the flu. I have an important meeting I can’t miss. I fall down the stairs rushing to pack the car so I can get my son to school and make it back for my meeting. I hurt my knees and shins really bad. I decide I cannot simply lay on the pavement in defeat. I get up and continue the morning routine. Shock wears off. I can barely walk, and I have a fist full of tissues. I accept my meetings are not happening. Call out. Try to rest only to wake up and get into a car accident on the way to pick up my son. I kept pushing through because under those circumstances I had too. I told myself that I got into that car accident because I couldn’t arrange alternative pick up for my son. My husband was working late. I had the aches of the flu and from falling down the stairs, but don’t worry babe. “Mama is coming.” I told my self.Sounds like a disaster right? It was. I am a spiritual person so part of me wants to believe the universe was doing its best to keep me in one place that day. <a href="https://medium.com/@itsgrowtime/owning-my-oops-my-journey-of-admitting-i-was-part-of-the-problem-367ac806b3ce">Website</a>