Trying To Survive
Sometimes stormy days.
Aren’t followed by sunny days.
It feels like the rain will never stop.
Other times you get a string of sunny days.
That seem like they’ll never go away.
Like it’ll never rain again.
Both feel real, pervasive, even infinite.
This is life.
You know this as well as I do.
The ups and downs.
The twists and turns.
They never end.
But we’re not told that.
No, we’re told to take advantage of each day.
To make the most of it!
Don’t waste one single second!
Life is short, damnit!
But… tell that to the single mother, piled under credit card debt.
Who just lost her second job.
The job that kept a roof over her kids’ heads.
Tell that to someone who just lost a loved one.
And couldn’t say goodbye.
Or to the lonely kid who’s had crippling anxiety his entire life.
Who can’t fathom what life looks like without it.
We’re told that it’s our fault.
Our job, our responsibility.
When in times like this, what we all just need...
Is the permission to survive.
You can’t dance in a perfect storm.
When everything is falling apart.
Sometimes, you just have to hold onto whatever you can grab.
Find some shelter.
Scream for help.
Huddle with the ones you love.
We don’t need to pretend that life is amazing all the time.
Sometimes it rains.
Sometimes it pours.
Sometimes it’s a fucking hurricane out here.
You don’t need to feel guilty if you’re not on top of your game right now.
If your immediate response isn’t to smile and make the most of it.
These times are a great reminder.
That it’s okay to not be okay.
Every human on the planet has had their life impacted by this pandemic.
Some have been hit far harder than others.
And will continue to be.
But we are all connected by the struggle.
By the mere fact that we are in survival mode.
For however a brief or long period.
Someday (hopefully soon) the tides will calm again.
The clouds will part.
The sun will peek back out.
And when it does, we’ll be so ecstatic
That we hoped.
That we held on.
No matter what the world told us.
No matter how much heartbreak we faced apart.
No matter what the voices in our heads told us.
We stayed the course.
We stuck with it.
And we weathered the storm…
PS - Kate Ward, my dear friend and Yes Theory manager, is an incredible writer who helps me revise these newsletters. Please send her some love on her Instagram if you have a second.
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