Make room for the light. This has been bouncing about inside my head for the last few days. At first, when the thought pushed its way into the constant stream of to-do’s and what if’s, I was annoyed. “Yeah, sure. Sooo easy,” is what I immediately responded. But the phrase wouldn’t go away.

Lesson #3 of Nervous Breakdowns: Ignore your sick child.

I was born under a new moon and during a partial solar eclipse. The light and I have been in conversation my entire life. And we have many more things to discuss.

When I found myself choking back sobs as Wilson the volleyball floated away on screen, I knew it was time.

This place. It forces me to breathe. In my little sea level life I take sips of air, just enough to move forward, get me to my next target. But not this place.

Please reach out to one person in your life this holiday season who is a total pain in the ass.