People often ask me how I handle being away from my husband for months at a time. I'd say 29 out of 30 days, my answer is true and honest:
"You learn! You think about the positives, you count the days til you see each other again and you keep yourself busy. It's not as bad as it sounds."
But then there's that one day where you feel it all. The day when everything at the grocery store seems seventeen feet tall, and I wish my husband were here to reach it. Or when my little apartment feels a bit big and lonely.
Usually I keep quiet about all those moments, both on and offline. Mostly because I don't want to be seen as someone who throws herself pity parties, when she's actually pretty blessed. But I've learned there's a difference between whining about how unfair life is, and being emotionally honest. Having feelings and acknowledging them in an honest, appropriate manner isn't whining. It's being human. We all have days when the path we've chosen isn't easy. And it's okay to say so.
None of us live on a rainbow.
We're all human. And life is better when we just admit we might need a hug. ;)