i read a book years ago in which the author used the term “balanced” to refer to a character who was poised at the edge of a mental breakdown. i’ve always considered it a remarkably appropriate term.
i had too much cereal this morning. my brain took me to task regarding the quantity almost before i’d finished pouring it.
every day is a new day. this is either a good thing or horrifying, depending on your point of view and state of mind.
we all want the happy ever after, but what if i’ve been going about it wrong?