Beloveds, this week has been a tough one. My heart has a migraine. Trying to concentrate on anything at all feels like opting out of a free refill on chips and salsa - it’s possible, I guess, but what’s the point?
The past seven days have given us missiles, a catastrophic flood, ongoing polarization, and more horrifying news about violent and abusive men. I have a sick kiddo who I can’t coo over because he isn’t living in my house at the moment. Yesterday was the hardest day at The Window I’ve ever had.
I planned to take this week off from Substack. You wouldn’t have minded and you might not have noticed.
But then I remembered something. This week also gave me Thai food with a dear friend. (I hit the DQ drive-thru for a hot fudge sundae on my way home.) Autumn has fallen into our air. (I put an extra blanket on my bed.) Ruby had Senior night for volleyball and we’re just so proud of her. For weeks I’d been stressfully anticipating leading a webinar for an organization on the topic of “Courageous Neighboring”. The next day, they emailed saying it was “exceptional” and suggested more future collaboration.
(I feel 38% shy about sharing that last part but honestly, during a week that was laced with meanness, pain, and uncertainty, it seems almost necessary to share the good stuff with equal vigor.)
Life is such a mixed bag. It’s a diaper bag. A mom’s bottomless tote. There’s a little bit of everything in it, including the questionable, the unsanitary, and quite a bit of trash.
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