bethofalltrades

Yesterday, in the day of many consecutive days that finally broke me, there were several small bright spots.

Returning Amanda's iPhone to the Apple Store and having the boy who was helping me say, "You're awesome, by the way. I love your music. You're great." I said "Thank you! You're great too."

(We don't really look that much alike, but I suppose if you've only ever seen her in whiteface you might think that she'd look kind of like me if she wasn't wearing makeup.)

New keys from friends at the in-store.

And this:


Despite the stress and feelings of being overwhelmed and of fucking everything up... my life is pretty great. The point is breathing, I suppose.

Love,
Beth