I miss life. The predictable kind where no one gave a shit about whether I was wearing a mask or not. The life without cancer (again) and tweens (again). My greatest survival tool being sunshine. I can’t even begin to think about Winter.
In this heated political and health crisis, I’m really tired of hearing all. Of. The. Bitching. (Get your ass out and VOTE!). Because if there is something I know for sure, in this life? I’m here, living and breathing. Currently in remission (beginners luck) from a battle that my DNA raged against me that I didn’t agree to. I get to wake up and see the blue skies of summer and see the flowers that I planted in years past. I can hug my littles and FaceTime my big (man, I miss that woman). I can keep smiling every single day for all of the life I still have.
Heated politics, masks, whatever it is, whatever you choose, please, be kind. We are all in a very fragile space. Some more than others.
And smile under your damn masks. I can still see kindness when you do.