It’s OK
Life is rough. Eat some Cheetos. It’ll get better or it won’t.
Woof. It’s been a rough couple of weeks, so my writing is 3 days late.
I started to berate myself for my lack of deadline adherence, but then I thought, “It’s been a bad few weeks; therefore, I shall give myself a break.” So, in honor of that rare self-empathy, I would like you to give yourself a break. The laundry isn’t done, your hair is a mess, your pants are tight, you haven’t tackled that pile of mail, and your kid just announced that “they’re bleeding, but not sure from where.” I feel you.
It’s hard being alive. The older I get, the more I realize we are all going through it. All of us. No one gets a pass for long. You may be able to string some days together where your knees don’t ache, and cookies fill your belly. Still, at some point, you’ll cut your finger, get a call from your father that your mom’s dementia is worsening, and your co-worker will announce that ‘your face looks odd… but no offense!’ That’s life.
So, as I start to piece together another essay for this upcoming week, I want you to remember it’s OK to give up and eat Cheetos for 2 hours on the couch. It’s truly OK.
Hang in there, sweet humans. We can do it! Or we can’t. Either way, you have my support and love.
Peace out.
