May 11, 2009

Turn, Turn, Turn

It is chaotic spring in DC--days swinging between rain and sun, every surface you can touch covered in oak pollen, and every person I know overwhelmed by the happenings of life. Maybe this is what comes with approaching one's third decade on earth: realizing how often deep sadness is paired with deep gratitude. Realizing that the best and the worse never follow a plan.

& so I share laughter on a Virginia balcony, with family I never thought I'd see outside of Texas. I set yellow roses on a new grave.

& so one friend prepares for a christening. One prays for a brother.

& so we trade scotch for gin. We trade smoke for citrus.

& so the clippings and notes for a job ahead form a larger and larger pile of paper, poised to spill across my dining room. The job I leave is reduced to skeletal to-dos and cleaned-out folders.

& so I am more than ever sure that DC is where I want to be. And more than ever sure that if I had to follow someone, I would.

All of this is just to say: if you're hanging on for dear life, you're not the only one. I'll make a deal with you. Let's keep going.


Luke said...

Lovely post. Thanks for this. Also, hello.

wv: foodki

Anonymous said...

Winston Churchill said "If you find yourself going through hell, keep going." I'm right with you. Good luck!

Anonymous said...

You're great, Sandra, the perfect post at the perfect time.

giulia said...

It's a deal, then. ciao


Matthew Thorburn said...

Ah, to be almost thirty again! Hang in there, Sandra, and good luck.