The second half of 2020 has begun and I have no idea how to distill my internal cauldron of fears, hopes, bemusement, frustration and boredom into one adjective. How am I feeling? Uhh. . . How does the rest of the year look? Uhh . . .
We move forward (dinner in a restaurant! yay!). We move backward (87% spike in virus cases. YIKES!). The election feels like it's a thousand years away, because if the last four months are anything to go on, who knows WHAT will happen before we get to November. So I turned the calendar to July and mostly felt like I was buckling myself in for another spin in that amusement park ride that throws your whole body against the wall like a centrifuge machine.
At the same time, so many people are creating so many wonderful things, so many problems are grabbing global attention. I still hope and believe that we are in a painful but necessary passageway to something much better. Isn't it true that things must break in order to heal, that destruction often comes before creativity, that it gets very dark before the dawn? I dearly hope so.
Meanwhile, I'm glad I didn't drink a huge Slurpee before getting strapped in for this crazy ride . . .
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