“Reality is the best possible cure for your dreams.”
“I could be so much better if I could only bring myself to care.”
I once asked my dad why he backed into parking spots when we went to church. He kept his eyes forward as we walked from the back of the parking lot to the church’s front door. “Quicker exit,” he said, and I think about this as I pull into the parking lot at work and watch the side mirrors as I back myself into a corner spot.
If I take a few wrong turns, I could end up in Canada instead of at work.
Getting through the morning took a full day’s worth of effort.
There comes a point when you realize that when Jesus said “Go and do likewise,” he was not referring to achieving national levels of fame before your thirtieth birthday. So it seems that I am off the hook there.
My smiles have been fake all day and now my cheeks, in addition to my soul, hurt.