I am meeting Super Mum for coffee tomorrow. I haven’t set eyes on her in about four months, not even in passing! But then that is not surprising, she is so busy. Although I do consider her a good friend, clearly, there is one part of our relationship that does not sit with me too well. Yes, you can hear the buttons being pushed already and the reality of it is, they are my buttons! Have I done this? Have I done that? Did I not take the shortest route? That’s not where to go for the best price! Have I done enough? Is it good enough? Am I good enough! (Note, that is not a question!) Just now as I write, I feel I am doing her an injustice. I can see her face and am remembering the long chats about this and that and almost everything. I know that when I sit down, all that anxiety will be gone even if the buttons are still there ready to be pushed. So maybe my best advice to myself is to turn the filter up a little and try not to misconstrue her way of being, after all she has her own buttons.