I don’t know if nothing broken…all at once…will ever happen.

I fix enough to keep the wheels rolling.

I work hard at maintaining homeostasis.

I work hard at understanding what homeostasis means.

Things breaking remind me that I’m alive.

And…maybe that’s the secret?

We break…we fix…we get up and do it again.

It’s not the perfect life that gets us farther along.

It’s the crawling back up from the big knockdown that moves us towards the finish line.

And…sometimes, when I’m not looking too hard, it feels like nothing broken is happening.

All at once.