I have a good life. An incredibly good life. But, I'm having one of those days. You know the ones. You get the kids off to school, just to come home to see that nobody did their jobs or managed to find a hook for their wet towels, and your laundry pile looks something like this.
Remember being sixteen? I do. Remember when you could just get in your car and drive really fast and not worry about tomorrow? I do. Remember how the world's problems seemed like someone else's problems? I do.
It's okay. Tomorrow will be a new day, and things will look a little different, and I'll regroup and smile and remind myself that mortality is just kind of messy sometimes. And, that that was the plan.