I’m watching a movie and paused to get this quote on ‘paper.’
“Everything terrible is something that needs our love.”
It’s by Rainer Maria Rilke.
And this is less interesting – I had to turn on the air conditioning today. Dammit.
not perfection
I remember when I was a little kid and we went to Grand Central Station; we were on a train surrounded by other trains, and I would see movement out the window, and it took a little bit to figure out if it was our train that was moving or the one next to us. Or both.
I couldn’t be sure we were actually moving until we hit a bump.
My life is like that right now. I can’t tell if I’m moving forward, or others are moving away, or both. The movement at first seemed almost imperceptible, like a trick of the light. Gradually the momentum picks up. Then it is clear there is movement, that things change. People change. I change.
The bumps prove it. It’s happening.
bright and sunny
Taking a deep breath… it’s the end of Fat Tuesday. And as the joke all over the internet goes, I’m fat all the other days, too. (badum bum).
It was a pretty good day. I made progress on a few fronts. It was warm, too, nearly 80 before the sun started going down.
I’m winding down my day, hung out with the kids a bit this evening, already made a ton of progress on my homework, now I have a glass of wine and Black Dynamite on the tube. I might even have a couple of Birthday Cake Oreos for dinner. Tomorrow is another new day, and hopefully will be as nice as the one just ending.