I'm having one of those days. You know the kind. The days where you wake up and realize that all of the things that have always bothered you are still there. That no matter how much you "talk things over," apparently, no one is listening. Because if they were, things would be different.
I know that I am a very lucky woman.
I know that overall I am happy with my life and that so many people have it so much worse and that in the grand scheme of things, I've really nothing to complain about.
But it's kind of like when you were a kid and your parents told you to stop your whining and eat all of your liver because there were kids starving in Africa.
I still didn't want to eat my liver.
And I'm still having a shitty morning.