I'd never talk to my daughters this way (so why was I talking to me like that?)

Hey friend, I caught the meanest voice in my house this week. Again. And it wasn't another person. It was me. I first caught the voice about a year and a half ago. Standing at the bathroom mirror at 7am, running my eyes over my own reflection like a building inspector who'd already decided to condemn the place. Picking it apart for what was structurally failing ;) I'd worn that face for about forty years. The scanning, assessing, well-that's-unfortunate look. I could teach a masterclass in...