Seeing cracks, feeling broken

My sister lives in Montana and she came home this past week for the ringing of the new year in Wisco. She stayed with me last night, really enjoyed having a long talk after Leif went to sleep. I think we're more alike than I had previously thought.

This morning when I was going to drop her off at the indoor pool, we got into my car and I looked at my windshield, then I went on a mini-rant. I pointed at my windshield and I said, "Look at this. It cracked, and I just got the car fixed from when that guy had backed into it, and then this happened last week when I was going to mom and dad's. I'm so frustrated, it's just never-ending, something is always breaking. Two months ago it was my dryer. I just start to think that I'm getting ahead and things are looking good, and shit like this happens. But I'm not fixing it this time, I've had it. But really, why? Why does this shit always have to happen???" She looked at me and smiled as our eyes met and she said simply, Entropy. And I broke into laughter and said, You're absolutely right, thank you for that.

And I have been feeling better about things today. When I looked at that crack as I drove through the wind and blowing snow, I didn't feel nearly as broken.