Sometimes the small pleasures hit different. A clean house, a hot drink, making something from scratch, sitting on the porch with a loved one. Little soul-feeding activities.
everyday it’s like. tomorrow will come and it will get better. and sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn’t. and that’s how it is. and we have to keep hoping and hoping and hoping because you never know if the sun will shine or not the next day. and you know it will always eventually shine.
I don’t know who needs to hear this but everyone has awful ancestors.
Some people have more recent awful ancestors but every family has the equivalent of the one guy who doesn’t get invited to family reunions for whatever reason.
Also, now that I think about it, do you think every single one of your ancestors enjoys hanging out with uncle so-and-so the abusive asshole?
