I stared at the ceiling today and thought about marriage.
And divorce.
I thought about sickness.
And health.
I thought about grief.
And joy.
I thought about seriousness.
And silliness.
Fortunately, I choose appropriately.
I thought about endings.
And beginnings.
I thought about expectations.
And reality.
I thought about hanging on.
And letting go.
I thought about what’s best for my kids.
And not what’s best for me.
Fortunately, I know the difference.
