And thank you, folks, for your patience with me this weekend. 💙
I feel beyond useless. Everything I've committed myself to has amounted to precious little, and there's precious little I can do about it. But that "precious little" still matters.
I made the mistake of trying to catch up right away on correspondence with people who don't know me & just enjoy using me as a sounding board for their own bugbears. That flipped another despair-switch.
Still catching up, but calmer now. Thanks again.
You matter and your work matters, even if you can't always see and feel it. Sometimes we get stuck in a moment and can't seem to find a way out (yes, I'm quoting U2, lol). There's nothing harder than waiting for those awful moments to pass. But they do. I'm glad you're feeling a little better. 🧡
🤗 And you wonder why I write you poems on your birthday or beautiful-photo days.
Thank you, Lise. I know you know how hard it is to keep from going nuttier in this deeply unkind world. I am so thankful we share space and time in the cosmos. 💛