Isn’t it? It changes. So much.
Back in my infertility days, I checked postsecret every week. Religiously. And I would usually cry, and feel empathy or sympathy or somethingthy for the people who sent in the postcards.
Today, I saw an article about postsecret on some news site or other, and realized I don’t remember the last time I clicked over there.
I think it’s because I’m happy now?