You try and help. You try and make things a little better in whatever small way you can. You think, “hey, maybe at least there will be some respite now… maybe things can start to get better” and, just as your foolish little brain starts to believe it, the fuckers who fuck everything up for everyone but themselves – and somehow are never held to account for any of it – go and fuck things up even further. It’s fucking depressing. I mean I don’t know how we’re not all just fucking depressed every fucking minute of every fucking day.

Right, sorry about that. Clearly it gets to me too sometimes. Thank you so much for your kind and loving words.

It’s a new morning so I’ll tell myself what I tell others: we focus on what we can change and we do our best to not let the things we can’t change stop us from working on the ones we might be able to.

The little things matter. The little things add up (thank you for reminding me that).

Here’s to making things better together. One small step at a time.

Now, there’s work to do…

💕

@aral - Right here with you.
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Take care xx