Broken (in the best possible way)

by Jenny Lawson

was … from the small room I was stuck in. It remains one of the most brilliant and awe-inspiring things I have ever seen in my life. And it occurred to me that I would never have seen it if I hadn’t been trapped in my hotel, having a small breakdown … if I hadn’t been right in that spot right at that second. It was all about perspective, literally and figuratively. I considered it a sign that perhaps there is a path I’m supposed to be on. It’s not the same path that everyone else takes, and that can be hard and lonely, but I was reminded that there are amazing things I would never see with normal eyes and other paths.

This entire passage is so moving to me.

I wait for my body to say, “No, this was a trick. It’s not real. You don’t deserve this.” But it’s not saying that. Not yet at least. It’s saying, “I want to go. I want to live. I’ve been waiting so long.” It says, “Let’s see Scotland and London and Paris. Let’s walk on distant islands and explore mountains and see the things that I can’t quite imagine really exist because I never thought it would be possible to see them.” But maybe, a little voice inside my head whispers, maybe it’s possible.

“You don’t let your pain go to waste.”

She and Paul became best friends because after being bitten in the face she realized that it didn’t hurt and it cured her of her phobia of snakes. It also started my phobia of watching people get bitten in the face by snakes.

I’m just trying to catch up to all the strange animals Victor (and life) has thrown at me. In fact, just last week I got beaned in the head with a live squirrel, which seems like some sort of terrible message from God.