I’m majorly overwhelmed and thankful for the response to my post on Friday about getting fired. I have to say I was really nervous to expose myself like that, and I asked my husband, who is really good at tough love editing, to read the post twice before I clicked the publish button. In this case he had only positive things to say, so I went for it and I can’t even tell you how glad I am that I did. In addition to the 94 (!) comments on Facebook and 20 comments on the post itself, I also received private messages from friends who had been fired or gone through other experiences that shook their self esteem, thanking me for the post. It seems to have made a lot of people feel less shitty about getting fired.
So I’m going to take that honesty ball and run with it. I’ll be posting here daily, and I’ll do my best not to make things seem shinier or happier than they really are. For example, I’m telling you right now that while Frida was just reaching the top of that ladder (see above), I looked away for one second and she FELL probably 6 feet or so and it was terrifying. The husband was nearby and he came running over and I felt totally guilty for being the bad parent who let her fall.