There are some days where it doesn’t pay to get out of bed. Like today.

The deadlines were looming, the car wasn’t sounding right, the kids had to go to the dentist, the pet mouse died and my five-year old cried non-stop for two hours over said mouse. That was before I went out to the garage to find the mangled cottontail bunny, sans guts, spread out by the lovely felines in our family. Yuck.

But hey, it could be worse. Today I woke up and could walk. Today I didn’t have to live via a machine and I got to be with my kids and my husband had a job to go to–so did I. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m no pollyanna. Ask my dearest friend who’ve heard me go on a rant when things really suck. I’m still human, just trying to be a better person.

I like to imagine on days like today that there’s some alternate universe where the dryers spit out the extra socks they suck out of our universe. Where people pay me to write stories that are just fun and chocolate has no calories and still tastes amazing and makes you loose weight too. What the hell, let’s really dream here.

The point is dreams, passion and culture are what separate us from swinging from the trees, my friends. So keep at it. It matters.

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