i am so tired. i’ve been up since 4am.
i have done some pretty seemingly impossible things today.
i have been cursed and blessed over and over again, in circles and squares.
i have been crying. i am sad for the loss of two great people today.
i am worried. for the future, for the past, for the inbetween.
i have been smiled at, laughed at and yelled at.
i have fought with shite internet connections all day.
i have listened whilst many people grieve over people lost, fallen souls and ended hopes.
i have grieved for some of my own. i am clean of them now.
i have whined a lot and my flatmate from heaven has held my hand, even when she runs out of fingers to grasp on to.
my bossperson believed in me. even got down on the floor and bowed at my feet for making the impossible possible.
my friends have spoken and been there.
my mother understood how busy i was and yet, that i wanted so badly to listen and pray for the lost hippo. (yes, there’s a lost hippo. he’s on a beach. i hope he’s there for a holiday).
i am okay.
i know i did good things today. with faith, diligence and love.
but, this twitter,
this twitter made my week.
From: Ok. Just so you all know and there is no confusion: Cath Jenkin is a f&^%ing goddess. Disagree ? No one cares, you’re an idiot