I’m tired. Too tired. Too stressed over nothing that really needs to be stressed about. My body aches.
I’m walking through the rain and wind and slush this morning, too early, feeling miserable, quietly so, and I pass someone pushing a stroller. My downward gaze catches only briefly the child in the stroller – his tongue is stuck out to catch the rain drops, looking like this must be the most beautiful and joyful day there ever was. What does that feel like again?