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Every weekday morning, unless I am on vacation or really, really sick, I am up before 5:30, some days I unexpectedly bounce out of bed, other days I turn off the alarm and feel like I was yanked out of the abyss and I lay there wondering what planet I am currently residing on. I get up because I have made working out before my kids get up, and the morning rush starts, a priority.

The last few months I have struggled with my health, nothing outrageously horrible, but I have found that colds alone can rock my world, so when you add monthly hormonal challenges, new eating regimes, allergies, kids, work, life, into the mix, it all can become quite overwhelming. I think most of you can relate.

After dropping off my children to camp this morning, another parent, who is an acquaintance, asked how I was doing. “How are you doing?” seems like one of the most loaded questions in the history of questions by the way and he asked because apparently I looked “harried” the other day (okay, he probably didn’t use that word, but in my head, that is what I heard).

I don’t know about you, but I love Summer, I love the pool, the beach, the warm sunshine, but right about now, I am just over it. The temperature outside is some ungodly number and it seems like showering is a waste of time because as I am running between air conditioned buildings to my air conditioned car, I am sweating like I have just finished a run. You know, that sweat, the one that rolls down your back and makes you just miserable?!

Most of us can trace an event in our past that shaped us, this event isn’t always happy or magical, it can often be painful and tragic. The saying goes, “Sticks and Stones may break my bones, but WORDS will never Hurt ME.” What utter rubbish, I can honestly say that I have never been hurt by anyone physically, but I can remember, on many occasions, where words made me cry, or caused me to consider if my life was worth living, or if I had the strength to carry on. Words hurt A LOT, but they also have the ability to heal.