Superman or Imposter Syndrome?

Some days I roll out of bed and wonder why I'm still doing this. Other days I get one, just one "atta boy" and I'm on fire, flying through the world, with massive strength, astronomic speed, and invulnerability, rescuing all the hurting fur-kids and giving a leg up to all the "Lost Boys" in the Universe; making sure they have food, holiday gifts and warm clothes on their backs.

Other days, I can barely get through the day, smothered and blurry with pain and a lack of sleep. But then the stars align, and a little portal of gratitude shines my way with a bit of karma.

We knew we needed bedding, but were unsure as to what size as a frame and mattress had not been procured. We sent over twin sheets as we had nothing else to proffer. A queen bed frame and mattress were found and several days later, from nowhere, a text asking if we could use a queen pad and comforter. YES!

It's the little things that make you go "hmmm". Who's watching out for who?