It’s gray but it’s sunny and if that isn’t a metaphor for something, I don’t know what is. What it’s a metaphor for, though, I’m a little stumped.
Right now, hope seems implausible.
The temperature has dropped a lot and they’re talking about a rain and snow mix tomorrow, which is my absolute worst. The ground is still warm, but that combination can make a sheet of glass on the roads, unavoidable and slippery.
The weather is really on the nose these days.
Now the clouds have given way to brighter sun. I wish we could take that as a sign.
But. Well.
Some days I really don’t even know what to tell you. I sit here, and watch the cursor blink, and I try to place a net between this page and the catastrophe brewing in my head. What does good does it do for anyone?
We all have our catastrophes playing out in our minds, a show you cannot turn off, a movie franchise with no end in sight.
Maybe they’re real. Maybe they’re not, we really won’t know until we get there.
I’ve got stuff to do and stuff to undo but somehow today, as it happens sometimes, this post is my sticking point. Like I’m writing through verbal glue.
Sometimes, on days like this, I compromise with myself and keep it short. We cannot do all the things all the time and at full speed. And as we keep heading onward, it will be more and more important to give ourselves breaks.
So I’m giving myself a break, and will stop wrestling with a post that wants to be what it wants to be.
Have a great Wednesday.
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