comfort in the fortune.

It's not the first time that I've found comfort in a fortune cookie.

I wouldn't suggest relying on said cookies for firm advice,

but sometimes,

the one-liner feels spot on.

I've been carrying these around for the past three weeks or so,

as a reminder to myself that

some days,

somehow,

we are spoken to.

Even be it through a fortune cookie.

When I read this, I felt understood--

as if the fortune writer was writing to me only,

and him or her knew that if I hadn't some relief soon,

I might just give up and instead gear my life towards better housekeeping.

I smiled. Relieved on the inside.

Because the kids were reeking havoc and unaware of the cookies,

Husband and I each took another.

I smiled again.

There is a method to this madness.

In some sort of whirlwind of timing or lack thereof,

the necessary focus is driving its point home.

I take notice.

I do.

Husband and I have this thing when we are out for Chinese.

If the fortune is bad, we don't eat the cookie.

Well, that's just him-- 

I'm not the superstitious type.

I just believe in mass produced fortune cookies.

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