Double the looks for double the weeks since I skipped last week’s roundup. I wish I could say it was because I was busy saving the world, but the reality is, I was too busy feeling ~all of the feels~ because the world can sometimes be a sad place and really, what words can really placate the horror of two mass shootings within a week of one another? Oh yeah, and we’re still in a pandemic.
I don’t know what the answers are to all of the big questions I have. And I certainly don’t know how you repair the void left behind by a single mother who was gunned down as she worked to provide for her two sons in a foreign country. What I do know is, you can be heartbroken and have hope all at the same time. And it’s okay if that’s the best we can do right now.
These days, I’m finding joy wherever it may land: The lick of my dog’s tongue, spring in New England, a stranger’s kind words, and the thought of being able to get married without masks one day. Maybe that’s what hope looks like.
“You are not lost. You are here…Build a humble, flawed life from the rubble, and cherish that.” – Heather Havrilesky
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