What a Difference a Week Makes 💥
Dear Universe, what are you playing at?
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A week ago today, there was trouble brewing—at least in this mind palace over here. Still, I had a picnic at the beach with family on Saturday evening. We swam with the grandkids, ate pizza, and when they were out of earshot, indulged ourselves in some choice State-of-Affairs grumblings. But it’s hard to feel discouraged for long when you have kids to chase.
Sunday morning, the clouds hung low, the winds blew, and a pod of lake swimmers were tossed around in the spin cycle of an angry washing machine, aka Lake Washington (I crawled to shore at the end).
AND THEN… during brunch at my mom’s retirement home, while shoveling in massive forkfuls of omelet and sausage, a kindly gentleman stopped at our table, bent down, and with wide eyes said, “Have you heard the news…” An aging president had done the thing we’d hoped for (but perhaps wished for much earlier), and stepped down.
Almost immediately, there was a GROUNDSWELL of support for a new exciting candidate. It wasn’t a cap-S-surprise, but it landed as a cap-S-surprise, as such unprecedented events do.
It’s so easy to cave into a story that all hell is erupting in hot flames all over everything. And yet…
Who knows what’s around the corner in this unpredictable, strange time we live in?
It could be better than imagined. It could be worse. But even if it’s worse, chances are we’ll rise to meet it better than expected. But really, there’s no grade for living.
In case you like grades, here: I’m giving you a lifetime achievement award of:
There.
This is a friendly reminder to stay open and engaged. Open to more than you can imagine or “predict” ( humans are not gifted predictors) and engaged in daily life, however you do that.
When I have moments of despair, or feeling like this:
I bring the following image to mind, courtesy of the miracle of the Webb telescope. I imagine myself as part of the calcium and stardust of our ancestors, of the universe, of what we are really a part of. It helps calm the washing machine of the soul. Every second of this easing helps.
