Because I'm so not perfect however, it is difficult sometimes to practice what I preach to my clients.
It's so much easier it seems to get all snarled up about having rain instead of sun. Or a 35 minute commute to work on a beautiful stretch of 280.
Or sometimes I think about how this place will never sell and we won't own a place together.
Sometimes, I focus on the five extra pounds I see in the mirror, or the fact that there is no other hairstyle choice for me than buzzing it short (unless I try the comb- over thing...ewwww) or shaving it bald.
I wish my seven year old Miata was a sleek, sporty Beamer with automatic convertible top instead this nasty old manual one.
I wonder sometimes if maybe I should have chosen music over psychology as a career.
And then I walk into the living room and Brad is watching basketball with Ella snug in his lap and my whole perspective shifts.
How fortunate I am to have a home, a job, my health, my rattly top down after the rain and someone to love.
I take a deep breath and as I exhale, I think to myself "life is good."