I’ve grown a thick skin this summer. Not from the experiences or the pain, but from the realization of how precious this very moment you’re reading this is. Every event, every decision, every thought, every plan, every word up until this point is what got you here. They say the 6th or 7th or some dimension is a combination of all possible fates occurring simultaneously and I believe this so strongly. Sitting in my friend’s house babysitting after the twins had gone to bed, I layed on the couch, listened to the house breathe, and realized how lucky I am. An infinite number of things could have gone wrong along the way, but no. I’m here in this beautiful house taking care of adorable kids for the person I love. Maybe in another life, I’m living off of food stamps and child support on the outskirts of downtown or walking 3 miles to get water in a third world country, but no. Not this life. This life is one I need to feel blessed in. I have every right to feel down, but I have no reason to complain about a damn thing.