Letter #3 The One Who Is Still Learning

A letter to myself after a hard moment.

Tonight, to say I lost my footing would be an understatement. I blew up.

What started as a simple conversation about my dad’s health turned into something much bigger, and I reacted in a way I wish I hadn’t.

I thought I knew best.
I thought I was helping and showing a positive way forward.
And when I didn’t feel heard, I lost it.

My words came out sharp, and it happened in front of others. I’m not proud of how I showed up.

I know I was out of line.

But I also know this didn’t come from nowhere.

I’m carrying a lot right now.
My health.
The uncertainty.
The emotional weight of this season.

And the truth is, the people I love are carrying their own things too.

My parents.
My family.
Everyone is navigating something.

I know this. But I lost sight of it for a moment. :(

Sometimes I try to hold too much - to be too many things at once: strong, patient, understanding, steady, and hopeful.
And when I can’t, it comes out all at once, and it’s not helpful or pretty.

That doesn’t make it okay.

I can take responsibility for how I showed up, and still hold understanding for what led me there.

I can apologize.

I can try again.

And I am grateful for a husband who reflects things back to me — who helps me see what I might be missing.

I can keep learning to listen, before I react.

This is part of the work.

Not being perfect.
But noticing.
Listening.
Growing.

Tonight wasn’t my best moment.

But I’m still here.

And I’m listening.

With Love,
Missy