Yesterday, I was in the grocery store for the fifth time in as many days, wondering if any my former students who work there (at least three) think that all I do is sit around all day, every day and meal plan and shop and eat. Suddenly, I was torn out of my pity party in the best way possible: I noticed someone else’s pain. A few feet away was a husband/father type person, with an extremely confused look on his face and a furrowed brow. I mean, he looked like he was in physical pain as he steered his cart through the produce section, probably trying to find something called “potato” or “lettuce” that was written on a list that his wife gave him. And that brought me a little bit of joy. #hardfurrow
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