Forgiving myself is a good first step! I thought a lot about my disappointment in myself yesterday. I sat on the bus, looking out at the beautiful autumn sky. I breathed deeply. Trying to let go. I have always been my harshest critic. Aside from my father, that is. Then it dawned on me. Yesterday (September 29th) was my father's birthday. We are not close. It's easier that way. He was unkind to us when we were little. He seems to have mellowed with age. But we are awkward around each other. Thank God for texting! I pulled out my phone and texted "Happy Birthday Grandpa" to my mother's phone. He does not do phones. I've noticed it's easier calling him Grandpa. That's who he is now. He was never "Dad". But he is. My dad. He is now 75. Maybe this is why the last week has been so rough. I never have really gotten over not having a loving father. That is probably why I pray so much. My heavenly Father more th...