The Brilliance of Resilience

I am pretty unabashedly a Red Dwarf fan. I know, NERD. ALERT. In a particularly great episode, the post pod finally catches up with Red Dwarf, three million years late, and Rimmer, Lister and The Cat are excited to see what's inside. Rimmer gets a letter from his mother telling him that his father is dead. Later, Rimmer waxes poetic on the idea that everyone that they've ever known is dead, but receiving the letter makes it feel like it happened just then. He goes on to talk about what an utter bastard his father was in so many ways, but how he sought his approval...anyway. I think that almost everyone can relate to having a complicated relationship with their parents, even if their parents are not actively in their lives. I don't think about my biological father a lot. It doesn't really serve me to do so, and it has become increasingly clear to me as I age that there are plenty of people that have children that have zero business doing so. It also has become even c

I am in the middle of trying to finish up the business end of my marriage. Switching accounts that are in my name, dealing with the joint bank account, etc. That stuff that I avoided for a year. My ex-husband and I were texting with what we had accomplished in splitting these things and he said, "I am really sorry for all of this." I know he is sorry. I appreciate that he is sorry. I do not forgive him. For some reason, I thought that it was a good idea to make a hair appointment for 7pm on a Tuesday. I went to the restaurant up the block from the salon and ate a salad that comprised mostly of kale. I hate kale. I didn't read the description, and when the massive mound of garnish came out to me, I recoiled in horror on the inside, and then suited up to take the punishment for not paying attention and making a poor decision. I ate the whole damn salad and mustered up enough courage to feel good about the health benefits of this green. Still though, I'm not eating k