Mantra(s) incoming as you get ready for your week.
Because I care about you…
How does it feel to be an expert in a dying field? How do you know it’s over when you can’t let go? Can’t stop, can’t rewind.
I hope one day we’ll meet again.
If I had your number, I’d call you tomorrow.
Not gonna lie, this was one of the best performances at Outside Lands 2022.
Not gonna lie, these are sentiments any woman in the working world understands.
Driving east…windows rolled down…off to some small town. We could be anywhere.
Floating into Tuesday like…
As a follow-up to yesterday’s Daily Dose…
Studying history, I’m constantly amazed how the hubris of humankind brings our species to its knees time and time again. Even if it also makes sense when you think about how often we as individuals muck things up. But people pick themselves out of the dust and drag it, our species, forward: after war, after famine, after depressions recessions and other races we do not win.
I’m not sure sure about this round, though. Ukraine. One/Six Committee. Supreme Court. Inflation. Homelessness. Inevitably, someone in my circle will reference the Fall of Rome in discussions of current events like these. Historians always gotta History and this is our version of someone yelling “Mooooo” in a crowd exiting a concert.
But maybe this is how it felt in 1942 when the world was at war and everything was rationed and nothing made sense. I used to think it was some sort of inherent ability to hope for better that allowed folks to keep calm and carry on, an internal compass that believed things had to improve. But now I think it might just be resignation and an ability to adapt. Today is worse than yesterday but I’m still alive and standing firm on my plot of metaphorical land. And I guess that’s the American way, to defend your property against all odds.