Oh, Brian…

Sometimes my phone autocorrects:

brain

to

Brian. 

So I’m going with it. 

Sometimes Brian tells me I’m probably, most definitely, almost certainly, 1000% not good enough.

Damn you, Brian!

Sometimes Brian tells me it’s too late, I’ve already failed, I’m a failure.

Seriously, Brian. You’re being a jerk. 

Sometimes Brian tells me I’m not capable, certainly not qualified, and that it's a moral failing that I’m bloated and tired and PMS-ing. 

Dude. Brian. Shut the duck up.

(My phone also auto-corrects something to duck.)

Man. 

It’s kind of lame, Brian hanging around all the time, being a douche. Would somebody fire him already?

But, honestly, Brian can’t help it. 

Brian’s just being Brian.

He was made this way. 

You know, rough childhood, what evolving from cave-people, and whatnot.

He doesn’t have all the facts.

He’s just doing the best he can.

With what he has.

At the time.

And he’s afraid ALL. THE. TIME.

And me being mean right back…?

Well, that’s not helping. 

…Poor Brian.

Maybe Brian needs a hug. 

(Damn it.)

Come here, Brian. Come here. Yeah, it’s okay. You’re okay. I hear you. You’re not right, but I do hear how you feel. You’re scared, aren’t you. Yeah. I hear that. That’s okay… Shhh now. 

Whew.

Poor Brian. Just needed to be heard. Now he can chill the *duck* out.

He’ll be back and kicking tomorrow, of course.

Or right now. Shhh…

It takes Brian time to learn, to create new habits. 

Me too… 

Gotta be gentle with Brian.

Gotta be gentle with the Me that isn’t Brian too.

We’re all learning. 

No. Brian. This blog isn’t stupid. Shhh… Shhh...

Smooches,

Lynn