Breaking point

Sometimes you can only handle so much. I want to be the best that I can be as a counselor, as a colleague, a mom, a wife, a friend, and a woman. That task is SUPER difficult to accomplish with any sort of consistency or balance or finesse. Yesterday about 4:00pm I lost it. It all came crashing down into a pile of misplaced emotions: anger, disappointment, embarrassment, frustration... So many tears. There were tears at work, tears at home, tears in the middle of the night, tears in the early morning, tears at breakfast in Perkins. Finally at 10am my husband dealt me a hand of reality, no sugar coating, tough love. "Trista quit making excuses. You're making up bullshit excuses to be mad about that incident, mad about society. That is not what you're mad about. Quit making excuses and just figure out a fix." How does one rebuttal that!? He was so right. I am mad because I am not meeting my own expectations for the counselor, the mom, the woman I need to be or want to be.
And so.. it is time for some changes. I'm not positive where to begin or how to implement but starting today things are going to change.