Maybe it’s naive to think that way. Maybe it’s one way I’m actually optimistic. If it’s the latter, this nihilist will accept that.
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Maybe it’s naive to think that way. Maybe it’s one way I’m actually optimistic. If it’s the latter, this nihilist will accept that.
For the past four months, it has been physically demanding to the point that I thoroughly enjoy my work duties. I go home feeling accomplished and the right amount of tired. I have felt the happiest that I ever remember as an adult. I have purpose. The work I do helps people in the simplest of ways—feeding themselves and their families with minimal effort on their part.
I have cried twice at my new job.
Every 25 days, I threaten to take a sharp knife to my abdomen in order to remove my uterus. It’s never done me any good, and it never will. What is the point in keeping it? Last night I had the thought, why stop there?
It snowed last night in Michigan. It’s June 17th, almost summer. We got about two inches.