I cursed God earlier.
“Coward” I gruffly whispered walking away.
I often feel abandoned by ….. probably everything.
I was defeated.
Until I realized I had one of those weekends I prayed to God for.
For years now.
We went to Ikea and mutually agreed that IS ground zero.
We super shopped, cooked, finished laundry, went on a date, and took the kids to have fun.
Having one of those moments where you catch yourself staring at that person just so blissful driving home.
My need for art was not only acknowledged but appreciated and fostered.
I fell asleep easy knowing that this is my fucking person.
God I am so grateful for these moments.
I am so perfectly ok.