I’ve had Kurt Cobain on my mind and sort of wishing and longing for the days of the ’90s and the angst and grunge that came with it. I was in a pretty lousy place yesterday and had “The Man Who Sold the World” on repeat. But I also love the song. It’s well done, well executed, and well…good. Please take a listen if you’ve never heard it. It’s a cover of a David Bowie song and acoustic so it’s more mellow than it would usually be.
It’s really hard to trust the “unseen,” sometimes. I don’t believe in the “Universe.” I believe in a higher, divine power who is the author and creator of all things. He created this world and continue to create, through nature, animals, and humans, and he is writing a story for each of our lives. As someone who has written a few novels (unpublished at the current time), I really believe in the sense of “no coincidences.” An author weaving words, chapters, and sections together that creates a book called Life. I’ve created characters and given them laughter, sadness, and confusion. I’ve weaved events together so that the characters in my book go, “Hmm. What an intersection of events. This is weird.” So it’s not unusual for me to think, OK, I went from thinking I wouldn’t have a second kid to having the dilemma of possibly having too many in the form of viable embryos.
In spite of all this, no matter how dark things get, I try to keep in mind that I’m “never alone.”