Day 26

I doubt everything because I need to see what it is in order to accept what it is.

I read a blog by a writer who wrote about how she struggles to decide whether to go back to work or to stay home for her two-year-old. There were photos of her and her child through-out the blog in which she was cheerful and fashionable all the time. I was a bit jealous of the fact she seemed to be quite popular, but I couldn’t care less about popularity.