Last night while reading a book to my niece, tears started rolling down my cheeks. She looked at me like I’d lost my mind. I tried to explain the story was especially poignant for me, but it’s incredibly difficult to express to a child that I’m so obsessed with finding perfection that I often forget to find happiness. So I did what I do best, I illustrated the point with a drinking example.
“It’s like a mint julep Hannah. I’ve always wanted one, but haven’t.”
“You can drink a mint julep anywhere, but in my head it has to be perfect. I need to be in Savannah, Georgia on a porch swing with someone I love.”
“Aunt Sarah, your head is wrong and kinda weird.”
Ouch. Who needs therapy when you have an insightful niece?