The other day I overbooked my morning which left me feeling rushed, stressed out and overwhelmed. I had too much to do and only 40 minutes until I had to pick up my younger son from daycare. I sent the last email, wrapped up the final call and logged into a virtual event I've been looking forward to all week. Not more than two minutes past and I ended up telling my 7 year old in a not-so-nice voice, Honey, for the millionth time, I'm busy! while unmuted during the zoom call. Luckily, my camera was turned off. First, I burst into tears, then I left the meeting. Why was I being so hard on myself? Why did this small incident provoke an avalanche of feelings?
A few hours later I wrote this piece.