Following another trip to New York last week, life has become something of a narrow trainwreck here in San Francisco’s sunny autumn. It is one of those moments during periods of transitions where everything you’re looking at closely because that’s what you’re supposed to do during transitions – jobs, schedules, aspirations, friendships – goes from being entirely up in the air to being on its way down to earth. Sometimes it all falls into its rightful place. In this case, however, gravity’s yank was too sudden and several bits have hurtled toward my head and then crashed into tiny pieces on the pavement, just as I was trying to juggle the whole thing towards a soft landing in some pleasant nearby grass.
These things happen, of course. And when they do, it’s comforting to read Simon Winchester and have him quote a sampler he had on his wall as a child: Today is the Tomorrow You Worried About Yesterday. And all is Well.
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