I took this photograph and then needed to sleep. To check out. For so many who have had to evacuate, this is a living nightmare. I can’t imagine having to evacuate. We have a plan. We have our bags out. We know what we want to grab, just in case. It feels unbelievable, horrific, stressful, shitty. I hope it never comes to that. And yet is has for so many. I think my frowny face is creating permanent frowny wrinkles. I find solace in escaping into tv shows.

At what point does hopelessness turn into no more hope? What happens when we have no ability to hope anymore? Sometimes it feels so hard to find the joy.

I will try. Here are the things I am feeling good about:

My kids’ schools. My husband. My kids. I had the loveliest talk with an old friend today. My studio. Yoga. I bought a new sweater today. Tomorrow we are meeting our new couples counselor. My private therapist. My zoom tomorrow. Prenatal yoga. My new volunteer job. Talks with my sisters. Talks with my bestie. Talks with my cousin. All of my parents. Our pets. Lettuce growing in my garden. Sugar snap peas in my garden. Going to bed tonight.

Stay safe. Wear your masks! Sending you so much love.

puh-puh-puh