It’s 4:50 AM. Darco just left for work, and I find myself staring out at the swaying tree limbs, watching the night pass by.
I’m trying to accept grace, and understand what life is to be when you’re not congratulated, you’re expected to function in a specific order, and praise isn’t part of reality.
It’s new to me, understanding this concept. It isn’t easy in this new world, but it’s the right place to be.