Putting lights on a #Christmas Tree is more #science than #art. More trial and error tomorrow.
In the days after 9/11, glued to the television in my Brooklyn apartment, a plume of smoke still flowing overhead from downtown Manhattan, resisting the impulse to succumb to fear and hopelessness, an image flashed across the screen which brought tears to my eyes.
An elderly woman in Paris holding a sign which read, ‘Today, we are all Americans.’
Today, we are all French.
Saddened to learn about #ParisAttacks. #Terrorism is a crime, not an act of war. Respond with acceptance and empathy.
Feeling extremely drained in spite of, or perhaps due to having a remarkably relaxing week off from work. Funny how that works. A holiday is meant to relax, refresh, and rejuvenate. This time I only achieved relax.
The past few months have been crushing. A new baby, a new job. We haven’t slept well in weeks. The simplest tasks are now arduous chores.
This new episode begins with trials.
I’ve been trying to persuade myself not to rush through them. But life has a way of demanding urgency. Or maybe that’s my imagination.
To stay positive, I remind myself that this is déjà vu. Four years ago, I started a new job with a new baby at home. In these past four years, I have learned and grown more than any other time in life.
The satisfaction of having persevered through hardship is a long way away. The best approach must be meditative. That implies calm. That calm can only come from within because everything without is chaos.
Instead of cramming more tasks into spare moments, I should try to stretch time. Feel peace. Prepare to take each next step.