and we are so fragile
and our cracking bones make noise
and we are just
breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys
–Ingrid Michaelson, Breakable
Sitting in traffic for two hours today was a good reminder of how little control we have in life. It was an opportunity for reflection and for impatience, some yelling, and some prayer.
Actually it felt like a microcosm of this week. It was one of those weeks where it seemed like most things that could be difficult or stressful decided to be ridiculously difficult and stressful. When life is disrupted like that it always makes living feel fragile, like the underlying uncertainty of our routines/plans/schedules/normalcy gets too exposed.
Good opportunity for reflection, impatience, yelling, prayer. And heaps of thankfulness for all the loveliness there is in life.
PS Ingrid Michaelson is fantastic.