There's been a lot of drama in this Momma's house this week. At the end of it all, I've been told that I'm letting situations get blown out of proportion. That the only problem is me, and that I need to move past it. People that have pointed the finger at me, saying that things are my fault for not doing enough. Spoken by people who have good-self esteem, people who brim with confidence. People who don't have to measure their words quite so carefully, who don't have an ingrained fear of saying something stupid, who maybe aren't worried about looking awkward. People who have probably never felt mediocre. People…

Hello, Friday! It’s time to fill in the blank, of a sort. This week’s prompt is something I’m still searching for…. I am patiently waiting for summer to arrive here in Wales. My sundresses hang expectantly in the closet. I’ve near forgotten the feeling of sun on my arms as I shop for new cardigans to wear over my summer tops. I flip longingly through old beach vacation photos, dreaming of the salty ocean smell and sand between my toes. My Wellies mock my sandals, left absently in the corner of the cloakroom. I should be sitting in the sunshine, a cold drink in my hand, burgers on the grill…