Especially when you are travelling with two people who hate each other.
I thought that the fact I was travelling with a child would be the main thing to slow me down, but petty arguments seem to be what's really stopping everything. One day we'll all be so loud we won't hear the knives enter our backs.
It's times like this that I feel lost. I have always considered myself a pretty centered person, but that was probably because I always had an order to follow. Some outside force holding me together. Right now not only am I without guidance, but I am expected to be that force for others. And all I want to do is go back.
Which I won't. You can put your sword down. But it is very tempting sometimes.
Is it weird that I prefer screaming over yelling?