the answer for the long days and the hard ones.
You’re sure the kitchen will never be clean.
The yard can never stay tidy.
The laundry will always be dirty.
The dirt on the floors will always return.
The water dripping from the tub can never be controlled.
The mold fights back harder than you.
The taste of hopelessness.
The smell of it heavy and lingering on your clothes, like the smell of burned chicken or a lone french fry lost in the bottom of your oven.
It tastes bad and it seems to last and last.
And the only hint of a cure I’ve ever found yet is
sunshine,
wind,
grass
and trees.
A step outside and a look into the sky and lungs filled to capacity with outside air that is somehow a little less stagnant and a little more like breathing and a little less like dying.
Some days
it’s all you can hold on to
and it’s as fleeting and as permanent as anything else.
3 Comments
kimmie
I once overheard someone say, "When I bump up against the empty and the lonely, I pray extra for them." I try to remember this when I get overwhelmed.
kimmie
My kitchen counters sparkle, my yard looks great, laundry bins are empty and floors get dusted regularly . . oh what I would give to have a boy come home and joyfully dirty my home for me. The taste of loneliness.
lacey35
Beautiful truth.
Thank you for the reminder.
I can feel that already too – with a high school graduate literally on the other side of the world from me right now.
I love your comment. And I needed it too.