Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Early this morning I finished writing the first draft of a book and I was happy—writing makes me feel that way. By noon, however, my mood had turned. I'd received some news. I was deeply distressed. I felt something break within.
I did something I so rarely do; I reached out to my friends. I said, What can I do? I said, Can you help me? And goodness flooded in. This, then, is the lesson of this day—the thing that I will remember. Not the heartbreak—not that—but the goodness in its wake. The kite that still soars. The girl that still smiles. The blue sky that filters in after the storm.
I am in your debt.