Today was a good day. It was a day that was not about the mess. It was a day that nice things, good things, happened for me and by me. It was the kind of day that happens so seldomly but that without I think I’d fall over, curl up into a ball, and never get back up.
I got to work and a friend had put aside an ARC (a copy of a book before public release) of the new Angie Thomas book On The Come Up for me and shared in my excitement of Angie retweeting me.
I surprised Joshua with a trip to Lesley University to see one of his favorite authors, Jason Reynolds, and we heard him read from a work in progress.
And I didn’t think about the demons we are fighting for a few hours.
And I’m determined not to feel guilty for living in the moment and shutting out the crap that drowns me most days.
So proud of you, momma. It's hard as hell not to slip into giving 90% of the care to the kid that sucks it all up through no fault of their own. Good on you for making sure the easy kid gets what he (and you!) need.
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