It’s very rare that I don’t know what to say. (Mind you, I don’t always say the right thing, but I can usually muster up SOMETHING. Even if it involves shoving my entire foot and half my leg into my mouth.) Maybe it’s because I’m getting older or maybe it’s just that I’m finally learning that whole “better to be thought a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt” thing. I’m still happy to play the fool when times are easy. In tougher times, though, I’m not entirely sure what to do.
I spent the weekend mulling over these notions of how “love wins” and “love is enough.” I want to believe. Desperately. I’m working on it.
Step 1: Fill my aching, fearful heart with only the best ideas and memories. Do whatever I need to do to make that love tangible. So this morning I’m going back to one of my very favorite memories, savoring it, and—why not?—eating a grapefruit. Hopefully my sweet girl knows I wish I was sharing it with her.