So here we are at Wednesday, where I pretend I have some insight into something and offer it up as wisdom. OK maybe not “pretend.”
Sometimes I know things.
Sometimes I know a thing or two.
Sometimes I have to fill a blog post.
Use your best judgment to decide which this one is.
It’s another day when it looks nicer than it is, a great lesson on looks and deceiving but I’m not even going to pretend that’s my own wisdom. Which, of course, sent me down the rabbit hole of the origins of the phrase, but no luck. Best I can find is that it’s a proverb.
So sometimes the internet is lacking in wisdom as well.
We all have our off days.
And therein lies my tiny, faulted, occluded diamond of wisdom for today: we all have our off days. Don’t dwell. Don’t assume it means it will last forever. Don’t even assume it means failure of the permanent kind.
It’s just an off day.
And with that, I’m, well, off. Have a great Wednesday.
Did I have to check it actually IS Wednesday before writing the headline to this post? I sure did!
That’s life in the apocalypse. The nearly-ended (hopefully) apocalypse, but the apocalypse nonetheless. I’ve got my second cup of coffee all ready, it’s still a bit hot to drink.
It’s a battle in the skies today, though nothing so cool as aliens and say…geese. Only the clouds and the sun vying for dominance.
Just like life.
Some days are sunshine, sunshine, sunshine, and some days are straight rain, which can be the satisfying kind or the kind that makes everything dismal. And some days, the sun tries to beat the clouds, and the clouds fight right back.
Sometimes the sun wins.
Sometimes the clouds win.
But the only thing we know for sure is tomorrow there will be a brand new sky.
Have a great Wednesday. It really is Wednesday. I checked.
No idea what the weather is doing today, and that’s the truth. I think it’s gray, but it’s bright, and possibly it’s about to rain. Outside is confused.
Fair enough. I am too.
I’ve been streaming “The Love Boat,” which is still entertaining after all these years, and it’s surprising how easily you could adapt some of the clothes for today, entire outfits that would work if you switched out the shoes or the accessories. So many decades between then and now, so much the same.
I’m struck by how often a husband is having an affair, and how often it’s attributed to a wife paying too much attention to her work and not enough attention to him. She always has an epiphany, “Ah yes, I did this! I neglected him,” and then I wonder why aren’t men required to be adults?
Has that changed?
I mentioned this on twitter with an earlier episode and according to the responses, it has not. Society still holds women accountable for the actions of men, as though men are weak creatures devoid of any agency or responsibility. Is that really how they want to be viewed?
If nothing is ever their fault, is anything ever their accomplishment?
It’s worth considering. Anyway that’s it for me, have a wonderful Wednesday.
I didn’t even hesitate to make the second cup of coffee this morning, not that I’ve touched it yet. Let me rectify that.
It was sunny and now it’s gray and today I am tired, as evidenced by the coffee. So the only thing that’s going to get me from 11 to 12 is another cup of half-caff, which I do understand adds up to a whole-caff, but otherwise I will continue to zombie today. And that’s my little nugget of wisdom for you.
Do what you have to do.
It doesn’t have to be perfect, or best, or even the better option today. Take convenience over ideal. Take quick over quality. It’s OK.
It’s really OK.
We’ve been through a lot and many of you are still going through it, frozen in places that aren’t supposed to be frozen. And even if you’re not, even if it’s only your empathy in overload, give yourself a break and do what you have to do to get through today.
It’s OK if your progress is in inches rather than miles. Sentences rather than pages.
My one little caveat is if you are a person with dependency issues, do what you need to do to get through the desire to return to those issues to get through the day. This is not permission for self-harm.
It’s gray and cold and possibly snowing, it’s difficult to tell. A truly frozen landscape.
From somewhere in the building there is thumping, and a clanging of metal, as though deliberately tossed t cause as much noise as possible.
I’m trying to figure out a way to get to some of the writing I want to do while still watching the impeachment trial. And now, apparently, dealing with whatever that noise is.
And I dawdled too long, the impeachment trial is in full swing. So much for balance. Have a great Monday and call your Senators, tell them trump must be convicted, the evidence is utterly overwhelming.
It’s fiercely sunny today, a brief break between bouts of bad weather. It’s not warm, though, which makes sense here in February.
After a year of this terrible, deadly pandemic, with competent leadership we’re finally moving forward, but it doesn’t mean the day-to-day has changed. It’s difficult to know when it ever might, really, as firm a hold as this virus has due to the deliberate spread by the trump regime.
And I don’t say that in a conspiracy theory way, but in a demonstrable fact way; his regime took everything you do to prevent or end a pandemic, and did the exact opposite. They refused to test, to contact trace, they not only wouldn’t supply PPE but actively seized it. Told people not to isolate.
He predicated aid on whether leadership of states was nice to him.
It was all horrendous.
Anyway it’s weird to have these thoughts bubbling on this sunny day two weeks after he’s gone. And that’s the thing: it’s going to take time to get past this all, to process it, to acknowledge it was all real and all terrible. We’re not entirely out as the Republicans continue to try to cling to power in the Senate.
So random, weird, negative feelings are to be expected. It was a lot.
And that’s that for me today, have a great Wednesday.