mothers on the verge

Today I am instituting a new task. When confronted with something or with (borrowing reader Sarah's fab phrase) "The Crazy" I am going to do a small positive. At the least it might dispel some of that itch to rant insanely to others. At the best it might actually dispel some of that itch to think about it all day long. 11:26 am and already needed a fix. So I sent a thank you email, made a donation, and have managed to avoid the jelly beans and the urge to call The Prince and have him tell me how right I am. (He never does though....anyone else have significant others who just won't tell you what you're begging to hear?? Infuriating.) Back to the mill.

I think I have figured out why I am walking around like Linus with a little cloud of dirt corrupting every nuance of my life: I'm jinxed. No, seriously. And I think I know why: Lack of balance. Now, I'm not talking about missing fiber from my diet. Or that my inner core is lacking some firmness. I just think somewhere along the line this year, I was distracted and took the wrong turn down some alley where it just ain't that friendly. Where cab drivers tell me racist jokes AND THINK I'M THE KIND OF PERSON WHO AGREES. So here's my plan. I'm going to be super friendly. To everyone. Yep. Kind of like that random acts of kindness idea. I'm going to try and do at least one kind thing everyday for the next 30 days. For anyone. And I don't mean filing the tip jar. I'm talking kindness. I'm talking helping a mom with her stroller up the subway steps. Smiling at the grumpy woman with three boxes of Triscuits who cut in front of me at the drug store. Waitin...