It's been a good year, a good life, a good month, and when we go to bed tonight we'll be thankful for how the day ended. Because if there was one thing we had to admit to each other today, it was that sometimes our heads can blow up a day. Sometimes we rush as if we'll never get to everything.
And what is everything? We wonder. When we ruin our only memory card, watch our charms hit the ground, apologize over and over for not getting there in time, and feel like we could be losing our minds.
We are and we're not. We are just normal human beings walking, running, spazzing, fighting with time and sometimes feeling we're not qualified for the job.
"Would you hire you?" she asks.
"Yes. I think I'm too emotional for the job."
She smiles. She understands. She's the one that asked the question.
She knows how good the question is.
Today I asked a champ of calm, cool, collected. You know, the things we said we'll be known for tomorrow. Can you imagine what advice he gave? You will never come anywhere close. You'll never guess it.
You'll never get it.
He said, "Don't care."
See, Almost Twelve. It's okay, and at least it ended with a party.
Today I am grateful that our frustration, though something we're not proud of, means we do care to do a good job. So we'll have a good year, a good life, a good month, and when we go to bed tonight we'll be thankful for how the day ended.
P.S. Remind me to show you this.