How else can you spend your days when you have nothing to spend them on? This was a question she only asked herself. At the end of September, the end of her personal days with no telecommuting in sight, she’d brewed a full pot of coffee when she’d only wanted a cup. She hadn’t even realized it until she was holding the whole pot in her hand.
And this was all she was good at. Packing the wrong lunches, replying all to the wrong emails, backing into telephone poles and parked cars, and never telling her husband.
Christy Crutchfield, via Newfound
This story is great because it starts out funny, and then there’s this volta that makes you think, “shit, that’s not good for anyone.” This story is great not because Christy understands tragedy, but because she understands redemption–and how impossible it is for most of us to find. This story is great because Christy wrote it.