I have loaded the washer with laundry. That defines success the way I feel today.
I am just so dead. I went to church last night and realized I’ve been living like only today matters–that there won’t be an eternity to live after I die. That’s why I want escape–suicide, oblivion, sleep, whatever.
Maybe it’s because I can only manage if I only think about today. Tomorrow and next year and eternity are too over whelming to handle at this point. It’s all I can do to get through today.
Here’s to me getting through today. That will be success enough.