I am one stubborn chick sometimes. Before I know it I have crossed over into the Terrible Twos, do it myself!, you'renotthebossofme! zone. Even when I have painted myself into a corner I have been known to set my jaw and enter into an epic staredown that would frighten off Super Nanny and send every last one of the Avengers running for their lily-livered lives. I learned young to access my warrior facet. This is not part of my charm. I have learned better how to choose battle-worthy topics and situations. Things roll more easily off my shoulders without becoming snagged on the chip embedded there. I have learned the lessons of apology and forgiveness and extending benefit of the doubt. I do know for certain I am not the center of the universe. I can thank my sons and motherhood in general for teaching me this most essential lesson. But sometimes I fail. Paradoxically, when I fail in a big way, it is with the matters that are most dear to me. I am a work in progress. I am much better at getting out of my own way and allowing things to unfold as they will and to shut off my overthink tendencies. So to one person in particular this morning, I'm sorry for being an idiot.