My 11-yo son said to me the other afternoon, “Why are you so good at life?”
I was like “What? What does that even mean?”
He was like “I don’t know. You’re just really good at life.”
I’m pretty sure I was making mac & cheese and talking about car repairs at the time.
Now, here I am at four in the morning, wrestling with anxiety and sleeplessness, thinking If only he knew…
Still, I’ll take it when I can.
Thanks, buddy old pal. You inspire me.