Sometimes you put hand sanitizer on your weather-cracked hands.
Sometimes flights are canceled. Twice.
Sometimes Diet Coke doesn't cure the headache.
Sometimes relationships end before they begin.
And, well, that's just how life is.
But hand sanitizer still disinfects.
You still get to where you're going. Eventually.
Diet Coke still tastes good. Headache or not.
And there is always that hope for the future.
To try again. To find someone new. To carry on.
And to laugh.
It doesn't take away the blow to the chest. The gasping as self-deprecating thoughts run rampant in my head. That frustration that no matter how hard I try, it's just not enough.
No, those things are still there. But that hope, it allows breath between the blows.
The gasps turn to laughter, bringing rational thought.
And amidst the beating-my-head-against-a-brick-wall frustration, I know someday it will be enough.