the pb&j surrender
My impression of today was that it was difficult.
Nothing was inherently terrible. I just felt off.
Little challenges and frustrations that wore me down over the course of the day.
By about noon, I was ready to throw in the towel.
I was watching my nephews this afternoon, so I powered through -- played trains and practiced site words.
I came home, fed the dogs, made myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for dinner (which kind of sounds like giving up), and now I'm writing this.
When I was a frequent visitor to Haiti (back when it was safer to do so), I remember people walking the streets of Port-au-Prince, especially at the end of the day, in a fugue. Like the world had beaten them down for the previous twelve hours. Which it probably had. Haiti is not an easy place to live.
As he was driving, my Haitian friend would keep a close eye out for people who might errantly step into the street. He would honk (everyone honks, all the time, in Port-au-Prince). The dazed individual would snap to attention, nod thanks, and step to relative safety. Every time this happened (often), my friend would empathetically mutter, "Problems. Problems. So many problems."
Sometimes we need a friendly honk. A reminder to pause, take our focus off the problems, and press on.
Today wasn't so bad.
Tomorrow, I'll hit the reset button (be thankful for that opportunity) and make the most of whatever comes my way.
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