Life is pain, highness. Anyone who tells you differently is selling something.

Wesley, The Princess Bride

Sometimes life just has to hurt like hell. And there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it.

Today has been one of those days.

I’ve had a fall because my right foot is totally OUT.

I’ve cried over Jim Croce.

I’ve cried over the Dixie Chicks.

I’ve cried over Emerson Hart.

My waterproof mascara is gone.

I’ve cried over texts.

I’ve cried over emails.

I’ve cried over Elton John.

I’ve cried over Sara Bareilles.

Sometimes that really is life.

Sometimes life is just fucking HARD.

Sometimes hard crappy decisions are made.

Crossroads and different roles and what to do and what the hell all come to a head. And your right foot goes out too. And you know that you know that you know that tomorrow will HAVE to be a hospital day.

And you are in SO much pain.

Luckily, at the end of this week, I am looking forward both to my precious Uncle Mark’s long awaited wedding AND seeing Miranda Lambert for the first time in almost 10 years.

I am so stoked for both after I deal with this foot situation. ❤

So, as it goes with the rough days, I cry it out – and keep putting one foot in front of the other.

As usual, I have a song in my head – and heart – and it’s from Miranda today:

Hey there, Mr. Tin Man

You don’t know how lucky you are

You shouldn’t spend your whole life wishin’

For something bound to fall apart

Every time you’re feeling empty

Better thank your lucky stars

If you ever felt one breaking

You’d never want a heart

Hey there, Mr. Tin Man

You don’t know how lucky you are

I’ve been on the road that you’re on

It didn’t get me very far

You ain’t missing nothing

‘Cause love is so damn hard

Take it from me, darling

You don’t want a heart

Hey there, Mr. Tin Man

I’m glad we talked this out

You can take mine if you want it

It’s in pieces now

By the way there, Mr. Tin Man

If you don’t mind the scars

You give me your armor

And you can have my heart.

– – Miranda Lambert, Mr. Tin Man

Oh my heart. ❤

And this version:

Be well, everybody. Let’s all keep pushing through.

Grace and Blessings.