This weekend was challenging, friend. I realized sometime last week that I was overdoing the "fake it til' you make it" protocol. Fake it 'til you make it is putting on a happy face, a strong face until it feels real. But, here is the problem (for me) it started to feel like so much work I was exhausted. I was drained. I was ignoring so many of my worries and concerns and realities because I feared that dealing with them would make it impossible to fake it anymore. They were stacking up somewhere in the back of my mind becoming a weight that I was trying to ignore but was carrying around. Then, this weekend, I found myself on a call with my mother, sitting tearfully in the closet (felt right at the time) while she informed me, for the 10millionth time, that I don't believe she's capable of doing what she needs and am putting too much pressure on her. While I collapsed. Frustrated, overwhelmed, and sad that she can't feel my real intentions, she doesn...