today all sorts of bad things happened (i need another root canal, an hour long crying jag from a toddler over the wrong amount of milk in his cereal, a meeting at the school that did not go how i had wanted it). i felt like crying for maybe five minutes, and then i didn’t. all of this is survivable, none of it is exactly my fault nor can i fix any of it with my own two hands. today i was surprised by this stubborn growth. i am getting better at failing, because i am getting better at thinking of myself less.