What hurt the most was that I had accepted them.

What hurt the most was that I had accepted them.
It’s a path I never expected to travel, but am glad I had the courage to walk it.
There was no way I was having a heart attack. Right? I didn’t have heart attacks. Other people did.
Even if I convince them of the truth today, they’ll just believe another lie tomorrow.
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.
Zen’s great. But sometimes it’s OK to be like, “What the…?!”
In that hospital bed, the question of whether I would do anything for my kids was real.
There are some days when I am in awe of his nerve.
Honestly, kids aren’t the ones who need to pen letters to Santa Claus anyway.
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