I’ll Never Have Enough Arms To Hold Them All

Today – and I’m sorry to lump this on you – but today is one of those days where the sadness of reality is weighing me down. I’m sitting at my desk at work trying very hard not to cry just in case someone comes in, but the truth is that I just want to sit under my desk with a box of tissues and sob for a while. Not because I’m depressed, not because anything terrible has happened to me, but just because – as Christine Fonseca aptly puts it – I am drowning in existential sadness. This week, it...