The gods messed with my plans and there’s simply nothing I can do about it
What the fuck? I am not in control of the universe? When did that happen?
I’ve been organizing my world forever. Who messed with that?
One day I woke up to discover that no matter how superior and amazing I am I just can no longer run the universe, or even just my corner. Shit, not even the people falling into my life were under my power. And if there is a god of any kind, she sure is messing with me.
I discovered too, that love can fix everything, and it can fix nothing.
Once upon a time there was this young couple who had a few kids the easy way. They fell in love, had sex, had babies. Then they thought they would adopt a few kids who needed families. Everyone wanted babies, and there didn’t seem to be enough to go around. And anyway, they already had some.
So they set out to do this thing. They thought, hey, we have lots of love; there’s no end to our love.
And they did the thing. The kids arrived at various ages and stages, some of whom they read about in the adoption bulletin, a kind of catalogue of children. Some of them they were asked to take by well- intentioned social workers who thought they were good parents and could take just one more…or maybe two…
