I may have enlightenment, but that’s a very different thing than having control.
OK. Great. Now I have to fight this guy and the ice cream is going to melt.
Hey, kids are happy? Yeah? Not for long. Ice cream man is here.
Zen’s great. But sometimes it’s OK to be like, “What the…?!”
If you can’t be at peace, at least be a story.
I was there yesterday. I will be there tomorrow.
The best I can do is come storming back down the hallway mumbling about, “Freakin’ socks and this house.”
I guess the house ate them.
I thought to myself, “Well, that was different. I guess that’s who I am now.”
I’m not writing this to simply tell the story of seeing the world through Olivia’s eyes, but also about accidentally making her see the world through mine.