Get Over It!

I wrote a post a few months ago, Redeeming Men, talking about how my goal is to not screw my son up.

So, a friend of mine emailed me and said, “Do you know any good, kind, compassionate men? Your anger is coming out in your writing. It’s emotionally destructive to you.”

Duh. Hate that.

Angry writing on a women’s website. It’s just too easy. It reaches a certain audience, (other angry women for sure), but I have too much respect for my craft. I’m too ambitious.

Also, I just got bored. With the anger itself and with talking about the anger. It’s futile. It’s unproductive. It’s not getting me what I want. I want to move forward.

I knew there was something, or a multitude of somethings, a string of pasts, that I was holding onto.

My friend, Jennifer, invited me to a Discovery Training in Dallas this weekend. God usually puts what I need right in front of my face.

I won’t give you all the details. Because you might decide to go one day (you should) and I wouldn’t want to ruin all the beautiful, delicious and glorious surprises. I’m hoping to pack my sweet husband off to a training next month so we can get on the same page.

But, I will shout out to every single man in that room.

THANK YOU!!!!

Thanks for showing up for me. I’ve been wondering where all the heros were. Frankly, I was getting a little worried for humanity as a whole.

But, this weekend you showed up for me – for women, for your wives, girlfriends, mothers, and daughters – and I don’t feel like I have to do your job anymore.

After this weekend, I know the quality of my mothering a son is going to be different – much better. I’m going to be a different kind of wife.

I’m going to establish some boundaries, and I think I can do that without anger now.

The quality of my writing is going to be better.

You were right, my friend, it’s time to get over it.

I’m so totally over it. Look who’s been waiting for me. Blessings come in such perfect packages.