The Comparison Trap

The Comparison Trap

Earlier this year we had a “mouse problem” in our attic and I nearly lost my ever-loving mind! As soon as I thought we’d caught the last of them, more scratching would be heard between the attic floor and downstairs ceiling, until my husband finally found the bait they couldn’t resist. Would you believe it was Cheeto puffs? (You’re welcome!)

Letting Go

Letting Go

I remember going to a local festival when I was in first grade. There was a clown selling balloons and, to my surprise, my parents bought one and promptly tied it to my wrist. I loved that balloon. I don’t know why, but it instantly felt special to me. As I walked around with my balloon proudly stretching out from my tiny wrist—I felt it. The knot that secured my prize to my person slowly unraveled and slipped away. I watched the balloon float up as my heart sank.