I gotta say—after the past week, I was feeling like there’s not much for me to be grateful for. Republicans fucking terrify me, Democrats just screwed the pooch and my hip problem just doesn’t seem to want to resolve itself. I thought I was going to have to reach for something like, “I thought I’d run out of ricotta because I couldn’t find it in the fridge, but then remembered that I last bought it at Trader Joe’s, and it was a blue container, not a red one.”
But then I recall a chat with a friend on
Friday, who cut through my bullshit and suggested that instead of focusing on a
project, I should come to grips with the much larger one—purpose. Which, of
course, is a shit-ton more challenging, but also is at the base of all my
miasma.
Rats.
So today—again—I’m grateful for the support and
insights of friends, who will say things out loud when you need to hear them
but can’t shape your mouth around them.
©2024 Bas Bleu
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