We went to a museum & a teahouse earlier, the kids & I. I was driving & listening to them chatter all the way there. Lost in my own thoughts. Wondering how things are ever going to change in my life. Right now the sadness is, that I don't see a way.
Having these kids helps me though. They give me a reason for everything in life. For them I got up and went out today, talked about teas & art installations. Smiling, even though my heart wasn't in it.
I got some pictures of today's stuff, like I often do. If you look over my Instagram feed, like most people's, my life looks pretty awesome. What can you really tell about someones life by the pictures they elect to put out into the universe? For that matter, how much do we really know about each other's hearts from what we selectively share? I think most lives look pretty colorful when you put enough filters on them.
Addendum: What a dramatic whack-job?!?