It says bad luck and misfortune will infest my pathetic soul for all eternity. There, you happy?
My life feels so small sometimes.
Everyday is about arranging the minutiae of other people's lives. Sometimes I feel like I'm drowning in the ordinary.
I am left wanting.
Right now I'm laying here with Quinn's little body; sweaty and plastered against me. It's dusk. weirdly bright light is filtering in through my open windows and I hear millions of crickets chirping. There's a breeze but it's strangely still. I look down and catch him in the moment before sleep takes him and he murmurs, "Mama."
Somehow in this moment, my small life feels pretty infinite.