#WednesdayWisdom: Our own afters.


It’s raining now, with a heavy, gloomy sky, and it’s supposed to continue. Still, it’s better here than in other states around us, hammered with either snow or ice or perhaps both.

So I’ll take it.

Maybe it’s the weather, but I’m tired today, cocooned in that fuzzy gray outside. Maybe it’s something buried deep within our genetic code, to let storms like this pass, to conserve our energy for any potential aftermath.

It’s quiet, too. So I’m not the only one.

It’s weird how fallout can come from nowhere, just as much as that which you expect. And I’m being vague here deliberately, because we each have our own “afters.”

Our own befores.

Strangely spellcheck doesn’t think “afters” is a word, but it’s fine with “befores.”

Oh. Wait. No it’s not. It was only slow on the uptake. Or the undertake. The red squiggly undertake.

But I digress. Too bad, that felt like a deep metaphor.

So it’s ok to rest in the betweens, while we wait to evaluate the damage. It’s ok to take stock, to prepare.

To gather strength.

Because really, in the end, that’s what we’re doing.

Have a great Wednesday.

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