I used to love Thanksgivings when I was a kid. Now, I tend to stress over things, worry them to death, and I really shouldn't.
My Mom's visiting; she got in last night. She decided to try my bike trainer (it holds the rear wheel in place against a rolling bar whose pressure and resistance you can change so you can sort of ride your bike inside) and declared that my bike seat (strategically designed!) was uncomfortable. I said to make sure she's sitting back on the pads on her bones, and she responded that I probably just have a lot more padding back there. Um, thanks. I bit my tongue.
I can't change things, but I can change me. And that's the goal for this weekend: not to bite at the bait. To just let things roll off.
So far, I'm not having great success.
It's so easy to fall into old patterns, even though I hate them.
When I was a kid, adults seemed to have such control, to be adults. I feel like I've never gotten there on some level.