Some days you hold it together.
Some days you hold a can of beans and lose your mind.
My electric can opener died. Then the manual one gave out. I stood there in my kitchen holding a can of beans and a useless chunk of metal like I was on Survivor: Suburbia Edition. Then I cried. Loud. Messy. Over beans.
But it wasn’t just the beans, was it?
It was the bills. The stress. The news. The change. The uncertainty. The 400th dinner I had to think of. And suddenly, the beans were just one thing too many.
If you’ve ever wept in your pantry, friend—you’re not weak.
You’re just at capacity.
It’s okay to feel undone by something small.
That’s not failure.
That’s being human.
If you’re looking for a club, we’re meeting in Aisle 7 by the canned goods.
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About Kelly:
Kelly Swanson writes about the beauty in breakdowns, the humor in hard moments, and the magic in all the messy places. Think Erma Bombeck, but with more mascara and Wi-Fi. Follow for more laughter, heart, and stories that feel like home.