My heart on my sleeve

I try not to blog every emotion that comes rolling through me. If you know me, you know I wear my heart on my sleeve and do not do a good job of calmly explaining anything. If I'm upset, I will either not discuss it at all or I'll BLAM hit you with my post about my mom being ill.
And so, I think I'm OVERLY upset when I post things like that.......and I'm panicked and I don't want 500 HUGS comments, but I have some great need to get my fears out there. To speak them, so that they aren't haunting me anymore.
There are two schools of thought about speaking your fears. I embrace them both because I'm a girl and an emotional girl at that. One school of thought says that you should never speak your fears - because you will give them life.
The other school of thought says that you should speak them - to keep them from eating you up inside.

I'm not sure which works better.

But I do know this, my mom is better, she's in a good hospital and I'm almost 40. It is time for me to be realistic.......everyone is aging. If this was a dress rehearsal.....perhaps I am better prepared for next time.

Anyway, my mom is better. Not perfect. But better. And I feel better.

Not perfect.

But better.