When you have one of those weeks. One of those weeks that is scary and hard, but also the culmination of a lot of big dreams.
And you're starting to feel so alone, because you're happy and sad and then happy again. And no one really gets it, because you don't even fully understand it all yourself.
But then your mama texts you, "You've got this". And your old friend checks in to make sure you're OK. And your new friend pops up to lend you just the thing you needed to make life easier. And your mom-friend holds your baby while your other baby has an epic nosebleed in the middle of her kitchen floor....and you realize that brilliant, stupid, or somewhere in between you're gonna be ok, because you've got people.
Well, that's a good thing, guys. A very good thing.
Couple of other good things on the internets tonight:
Tiny Lights :: "Under the covers, I pull my daughter's warm body into mine. She holds my big hand on her small belly. She eats a banana (two bananas) and I drink very hot, very strong coffee by the light of the string of paper stars we got a few months ago....I hold her close and kiss her head, and press my cheek to her hair. Stay like this. Just here. We'll let it all swirl and rumble outside."
Going Home, Coming Home :: "There’s so much to belong to, there’s more than one thing holding us up. The forces of flight, the people we love, the stranger next to us who shows up out of nowhere and lifts us, the stranger next to us who needs us to show up and lift her. We belong to all of them."
How I (sort of) manage Donald Trump and the rest of the bullshit :: "People, I never tell you what to do, but I’m telling you this: Get yourself a crew. Find them. Show up. Cook some food. A lot. Pick up where you fucking left off. Every time. Just pick up where you left off and know they’ve got it. Know your friend’s got it. None of us were made to withstand the weight alone."
Happy weekend before Christmas, you crazy kids. Hope you're getting to spend some time surrounded by your people.