One thing – sometimes I ask the universe for just one good thing.
Usually, it’s a word from someone I love, or a gesture. I feel like if I can get just this one thing, I can carry on. I get it sometimes. It’s a well-timed text, a smile from a stranger. Maybe it’s a Norah Jones song on the Pandora or the biggest slice of pizza at the café.
Lately, that something has come in just the nick of time has pretty almond eyes and killer soccer shot.
Grace has been a life-saver. At times I feel downtrodden or can’t figure out why people do what they do or say what they say or why the universe seems to have left me at the terminal, Grace comes through. She plans time for us together. She texts me.