Golden Glue
I am having a hard time.
I feel like I’m living the movie ‘Groundhog Day’, but it’s Groundhog Year. Let the record state, I hated that movie. (Don’t at me. I love Bill Murray, but it’s boring AF to watch the same sequence of events over and over ... spoiler alert: just as boring to live life that way.)
I clean the same messes in the same spaces, day in and day out. I battle virtual learning with children who have the attention spans of spoons. I load and unload the dishwasher with the consistency of a butterfly’s lifecycle. I summit Mount Laundry - wait. I never summit Mount Laundry yet I’m always climbing it. I offer very little to society, beyond a blip of noise on Instagram. My entire existence now centers around the predictable, mundane, and repetitive behaviors of my household. Which makes me feel ... invisible. And useless. And … well, bored.
A friend recently reminded me that you can’t pour from an empty cup. I can’t stop thinking that my cup isn’t just empty; it’s shattered. Maybe one day I’ll become Kintsugi - but for now, I’m just a mess of jagged glass.
The reality is that not every problem has a solution. (And unless you’re holding out on a dope ass vaccine at the moment … you likely can’t solve mine.) My tomorrows will look as familiar as my todays, until the one day when they won’t. For now, I keep living for that one day ... the one with the golden glue.
XO, Posey