Life

I have this thing I call a life.  It is held together very carefully, with experience, luck, karma, grace, forgiveness, prayer, stubbornness, ritual, chores, caffeine, paint, plaster, caulk, amateur drywall, and sometimes duct tape and sheer will power.  It's mostly pretty solid, but I am constantly reminded that it is a delicate balance between ignoring a few small cracks and how a good swift kick to a weak spot could bring the whole thing down.