Day 03 Something you have to forgive yourself for.
Besides ending the above statement with a preposition? Sorry. I'm never serious for long.
I hate, hate, hate my temper. I start out talking softer and softer before I finally flip and yell. And it makes Maggie cry every time. Once she cries, she asks to see my happy face. I don't know if I even want to forgive myself for making my daughter so sad. I need to go beyond forgiving myself and stop doing it.
But everyone has their limits, and mine seem so close so often.