I moved Mom Thursday.
Currently having a non-awful Saturday morning.
It’s astonishing how much one can learn from sheer dreadfulness. Horribility. Having often proceeded with one foot in the present and one foot in a shiny future vision, I’m now looking at, well, now. Turns out that an imagined happy future gilds the present, but, if it doesn’t come true, everything gets really bleak.
Lowering expectations doesn’t have to be depressing. There may be a different, smaller, grainier joy in a skeptical reality.
In any case, in this particular now, I wish you a wonderful, in-the-moment weekend. Or at least a Saturday morning. Deep breath.