But then I catch a sun sparkle on top of the trees as I drive a wind-ey road
or I hear my children laugh true laughter
or I feel good for no reason at all
instead of feeling bad for no reason at all
or like when Gray, riding on the end of the grocery cart (like you're not supposed to do) and snacking on a treat from the deli lady, smiles and says with feeling! "Ah, this is the life."
Those moments I feel like I just might be doing okay.
Well, really more than okay.
I'm working on shedding old skin, rough and tough stuff, rebellion that protects the breakable inside. I'm working on it, like, all the time now.
I'm not even close, but I'm, let's just say, I'm on my way.
(For me that pretty often means I haven't left the house yet
BUT I will be very soon.)