Be patient with me over the next year, kid. It’s the end of the beginning. Or perhaps it is the beginning of the end.
Don’t get hung up on boxes. They’re overrated. The edges are sharp and you get paper cuts on your heart. Color outside the lines. Leave yourself room to walk out. Try circles or rhombuses or heck, go wild with a dodecahedron.
I’m the last person to look to for advice when it comes to accentuating the positive. I have a tendency to get mired in the muck of the mundane, stuck in the shit, bogged down in the banal…you get the idea. At the dawning of these times of plague, my advice was to do whatever…
This week my kids went to school. Normally that’s not a noteworthy accomplishment. But we’re living in anything but normal times. Then on Wednesday the husband, who’s been merrily working remotely from our bedroom, went into the office. The door closed behind them and I was left with an empty house and an empty day….