Sometimes people are dicks, and you say, “Universe, am I a dick?”
Sometimes the Universe says, “yes,” with proper punctuation, and you know you’re screwed, and maybe you need to try harder.
Sometimes, the Universe sends a gentle breeze, a New York style Cheesecake, or a furry Canadian beastie your way, and you give yourself a little hug and send some good energy back out there to everyone.
It’s easy to get discouraged. Then your husband walks through the door and you aren’t anymore.
These are hard times.
People can be disappointing.
We forget that hurricanes and wildfires and pandemics don’t care about our best-laid plans.
All we can do is our best.
All we can be is our best.
To all people, in all circumstances.
Regardless of our faith, that is what we owe each other, even if we are different colors or don’t like each other’s politics.
Beyond the well-being of those I love, the only thing I pray for is to be worthy, and not a dick.