I ran into a lady in the elevator that looked at what this freshman guy was wearing and said it was NOT warm enough for the cold weather. and then she cussed and cussed about the weather: "FUCK IT'S SO COLD." She had an amazing blue and red backpack and funky glasses and I want to be like her when I'm older.
Warning: sad section.
Therese lost her son last week. I have been thinking about her and praying about her. I called her yesterday and she asked for prayers for energy, that she's so tired. She sent a text to Mary and said "“I am not d oi ng well. Stress hs overtaken my body and I am only able to move slowly." I have not known loss like this. What is that one saying? that to exist is a gift, and that with existence comes suffering? I don't know. Or when Toni Morrison said that the grandeur of life is the attempt to remain whole. And that sometimes you don't. But the point is the attempt? I will focus on the things I know: