Monday, April 16, 2012

Prickly Pear

This was me over the weekend. Not something I am proud of.

I snapped at our youngest - more than once. Grumped. Pouted. There is a long list of ridiculous reasons, inadequate excuses. I will not bore you with them.

When I took these photos, I was thinking I would use them for how to get along with prickly people.

Turns out it was me that was all sharp and bristly.

This week, I am working at being softer, more approachable, more available, more touchable, more reachable. Not so prickly pear.

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