I’ve grown a bit of a metal heart lately - almost quite literally. I can’t hear one more diagnosis. I can’t hear about one more person I know who is sick. I can’t hear another person say “I know what you must be going through.” I can’t have another friend not show up because it’s too difficult. “How selfish of you…”
I want to go back to 7 months ago - that post liberal arts degree pondering of “what am I supposed to do with my life.” That frivolity is lost on me now. This is what I’m supposed to do. Show up. Take care of my family. Be present. Understand that it’s the smallest things that matter the most. “Oh hidy, hidy what are you trying to prove?”
This will be something we live with for the rest of our lives, it will never go away. But every day is one step closer. Every day is one more day.
But still “we’re damned if we don’t, and we’re damned if we do.”
