It's November and its raining

In a profile published last week in The New York Times, novelist Gary Shteyngart said, "The constant state where terrible things are happening to every single member of society, where you can't escape, that's going to be the new normal." And then, "The dystopia is now."

Well, OK then. Between April and June, I felt that light at the end of the tunnel joy - we were getting vaccinated, the supply chain snarl hadn't really hit us yet, this year's weather and social catastrophes hadn't yet happened. It was in the beginning of October that it dawned on me - 2022 isn't going to magically change anything. This is the way we live now.

So, two things: First, if life is going to get even more unpredictable and scary and gorgeous and fleeting and crazy-making and sublime and even further outside my illusions of control, I just have to be ready. Physically healthy, emotionally resilient, spiritually strong. Cuz who knows what's coming next. Second, I've always loved the rain.

Here's to relishing whatever joy can be found and facing whatever obstacles lie ahead . . .   

November 1, 2021