Caught up in the commute

Oh, hi friends!
 
Everyone is walking too slow. The slow walkers are impeding my…journey. To wherever it is I want to go. And even the fast walkers, the ones who go at my same pace—they are too slow. Because if they were faster, we wouldn’t be in lockstep and I wouldn’t be concerned about my purse maybe hitting their elbow or wondering if we’re going to walk two-by-two for the next eight blocks or, possibly, for the rest of my life.

Or…maybe everyone is just walking. Maybe they aren’t fighting the person next to them, or concerned about staying two steps ahead.

Maybe it’s all in my head, and I’m fighting a hundred daily battles with strangers for no reason at all.

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Make some Friday fireworks.

“Our lives are chiaroscuro — light and shade in their truest form. We cannot have burning brights without corresponding shadow: one leads inexorably to the other. The beauty of the firework is that it pierces the night: blackness illuminated. The joy of coming home is preceded by the fear of pushing out from safe harbour.”
 

Loved this from Liz Scully’s story “I Do Not Wish You a Happy Life.” What if we think of the lows like shade, and the highs like light? Not as scary then to move from one to the other.

And ending the week on a quote from the great Ava. It’s ALL your time. (h/t Carlotta Brentan)

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Love, Kara