I’m sitting down to some quiet on the kind of day that kindly reminds New England how Spring always comes again. And I don’t know if it’s the older uber driver who engaged me in conversation all the way home from the back bay this morning, or what–but I’m grateful for those who did life before me. Or at least started first. Who’ve been here longer. Who’ve seen more and know more. I’m grateful for everyone who went first.
For those who have been mothering, creating, listening well, teaching, training, performing, writing, cooking so many dinners, folding so many clothes and never finding that matching sock, married, divorced, grieving, healing, loving, tired-but-putting-one-foot-in-front-of-the-other-anyway, forgiving each other, praying, hurting each other, praying more, acknowledging how many different ways one can be beautiful, chasing your dreams, falling in love with Plan B over and over (and over) again, being vulnerable, being strong–feeling anything but strong but being it anyway–there are so many who have not only done all of this longer, but do it better, every day. And man, it’s exciting to think not only about how much there is still to learn–but how many teachers surround us, conventional or not.
Thank you. You’re inspiring. Be kind to your uber drivers.
Okay–Charlee just woke up. Happy Monday!