Have you ever had a day where… the things you find pretty just all seem out of focus. And the fragile things you’ve been holding onto so carefully seem to be slipping from your fingers. And when it shatters into a thousand pieces all over the floor, you can’t find the broom to clean up the mess. So instead, you’re left picking up the glass with your bare hands… and by the time the day is over, there are cuts four inches deep in your palms, and you run your bloodied hand over the pillow because all you want to do is close your eyes and drift to sleep. Let it be over. Because nothing went right for you today… let’s just see what tomorrow brings.

It’s been one of those days.