When Bad Things Happen

It's easy to be angry. To throw accusations. Call names. Tear people apart. It's easy to judge. And to want to hurt the people who have caused such pain. It's easy to condemn an entire religion. Race. Sex. Creed. Easy to hate. To hate what we don't understand. To hate what we don't like. Hate what hurts us. What scares us. To hate what is different. And what we cannot control.

It's hard to love in times such as these. In a world such as this. Harder to have understanding in the face of grief. To nod our heads but open our hearts. To show compassion. Be guided by empathy. Sympathy. Have forgiveness for others. To not understand, but not be blinded by that confusion and frustration. To move with love instead of hate.

My thought is that happy, well-adjusted, healthy people don't shoot other people. The unhappy, unhealthy, displaced and broken people do. And those are the ones that need love the most. Even if that leaves a bitter taste in the mouth.

We move forward with love. Backwards with hate.

Take A Bath

Today hasn't been easy.

This week hasn't been easy.

Last couple months? Also not easy.

This last year, actually kind of tough.

When in doubt, take a bath. A nice hot one. With bubbles. Or, a fancy bath bomb a coworker bought you for your one year anniversary. Then, just soak. Soak until you are relaxed. Or at least until you are shrivelled like a prune. After, get out and into bed. And don't wake up at five in the morning thinking about nachos.

The headache will go away.

No clothes are being worn in this picture.