The darker the humor, the better the medicine.

How we feel in our hearts does not determine how everyone else feels.

We are all just playing chess. On a roller coaster. In a hurricane. I don’t know what your plan is, but I want to enjoy as much of the ride as possible. Even if I lose a few pieces off the chess board, I guess it doesn’t matter as long as I can use my brain.

But when it’s a red sock day, I’m forced to reconsider my appreciation for this mundane everyday undergarment. 

Did you know that on a cruise ship food and drink are not available whenever you want? Also, did you know that when you are on a gargantuan ship it means a three-mile walk just to go from your room to, oh, anywhere? Waiting in line for everything while holding a sweating and screaming toddler isn’t as restful as it may sound. And having her cry through magical excursions that cost more than a mortgage payment nearly caused me to launch myself overboard.

In our daily walk through the paths we choose, we all want to feel important.  This is as universal as breathing oxygen to live in the human condition.  It is the reason behind our rage and sense of victimhood.  It is the driving factor within our desire for connection with others.

To somehow find people in our lives who see us as being worth sacrifice and loyalty, commitment and love.

To be seen and treated as if we are of import.