This morning was rough.
Sometimes, I get overwhelmed.
I’m taking a class on campus which might seem stupid, but it’s not, because yesterday, when I was stuck on a story, the required reading for my campus class got me unstuck, so it is worth it, but it adds to my stress, to my endless list of things to do. I am leaving for class in thirty minutes. Instead of finishing my homework, I’m writing this.
I’m writing this because it’s important that I remember, on mornings like today which are chaotic and loud and irritating, beautiful, good moments still occur.
For context: I was crying, breaking down all the way. Holden came and sat in my lap, put his arms around my neck. Brandon came and hugged me from the other side. Then they looked through old pictures and Holden kept saying, “this was before you were born” to Brandon about pictures Brandon wasn’t in. I smiled, wiped my tears, cleaned this place up, and put on my makeup.
When you graduate, or when you sell your first novel, or when you see yourself on The NY Times bestseller list….this is what you will remember. The sweat and the tears and the hard that got you there…and your sons will be so proud of you, because they witnessed all of it. The good, the bad, and the in between…and that one time that they enveloped you in a hug and gave you courage again.