Post-mudslides, it’s a little tougher to get upset about world events, or the fact that my feet only tolerate ugly shoes, or even the living room clutter. Ya, I’d prefer it all be a little different, I would. And we’re alive. We have a home. We have food and water. We have each other. I have feet. Seriously. Holy moly. It’s a lot. It’s ginormous. OMG.
Thank you Universe for this life. Thank you for my life. I’m gonna keep going.