ten-forty-seven

It’s late and I’m sitting crossed-legged in our kitchen floor eating grapes. I needed to plug in Garrett’s printer and all the other outlets are blocked by stacks of boxes. It’s all rather cozy and half of me wishes I could turn these boxes into a fort. You know, a safe haven where an adventure happens and the only thing you need worry about is to make sure you have batteries in your flashlight. The other half of me, I suppose the Monica Gellar side, really wishes I could vacuum underneath them. Instead I print forms and say hello to you.

The thing I have been thinking about is how stress is a normal part of life and it’s never going to go away. There will always be the next thing, until there isn’t I suppose, which is a bit of a somber thought. But you know what I mean or I’ll pretend you do. Stress has always been around. Different versions of course, but it’s nothing new. I want to try and embrace it better. Not invite it to sleep on the couch, but to say hello and look it straight in the eyes while giving it a firm handshake. I think the people who understand how to do this sleep better at night. Speaking of which, it’s way past my bedtime.

 

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