Caterwauling

I’m purposely avoiding social media and the news in general because today is, well, today.

I get conflicted because I realize how short life is, and also, how LONG life is.

Many beautiful lives were abruptly ended. Many other lives have been tested and hardened and wearied by their absence.

I think about losses I’ve faced, and losses yet to come. I also think about the joys that are supposedly left in store, amid and even after the terrible things.

I try not to think of these things. But on a day like today, you think of how big your problems seem, and how small you really are on this earth.

And yet, it’s your path to walk. It’s OK if your shit seems huge. IT IS to you. And nobody … nor time nor space nor distance … can take it away. Not even if you really wanted them to.

“Let me know when your whole life goes up in smoke. Means it’s time for a promotion.”

— “Nigel” in “The Devil Wears Prada”

Given the “talent” I’ve come across in this field, I’m downright cheap. Which people only seem to realize once they’ve tried to find someone just as willing to stick the broom handle up their butt so they could also sweep the floors on their way out.