If the sky, yesterday, was a fluffy gray blanket, today it is a steel bowl, ready to dump its contents. The snow is coming, they have warned us for days. Whether it’s hyperbole or a warning of something like the storm that shut down Lake Shore Drive, who knows.
We shall see.
For now, I don’t see any flakes. That could change.
My coffee is gone, and I’m in the calculations of whether the added anxiety is worth an extra boost. Base anxiety is higher these days, I can’t imagine why.
It’s a real mystery.
Coffee wins. I shall return.
OK, it is made. Woo. Hoo.
Let’s see if it gives the boost, though.
Everything is a balance these days. Enough of the news with a enough of not the news; enough action with enough time to keep yourself well and level; enough relaxation without trying to escape entirely.
Each of us has our limits.
As much as I wish I had some magical formula for you, some way to make everything OK, some way to undo what has been done, I just…don’t.
In human existence, there are somewhat OK times, and there are terrible times. And the somewhat OK times generally are terrible for some people, too.
Humans aren’t the best of species.
We don’t really know the secrets to surviving the terrible times, because the people who do, and make it to the somewhat OK times, rarely like to talk about it.
Maybe there are no secrets.
Maybe it’s just getting through, day by day, minute by minute, on and on until it’s somewhat OK times again.
Fear is OK, fear is natural, people have done some spectacular things in history, and no doubt fear took every step with them, a constant, nagging companion.
Not being afraid isn’t a victory.
Doing it anyway is the victory.
Have a great Wednesday.
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