It will be enough
#458 | Do what you can
Hey you,
It’s been a while.
How’ve you been?
Enraged. Eroded. Empty.
Me too, friend. Me too.
When we first started writing these things in 2022, we never thought we’d run out of things to say. Or not want to say things at all because of all the horrible stuff going on in the world. Writing for joy felt so flippant.
I know “we’re living in far calmer times than at any point in documented history,” but you’d think with all the advances we’ve made in technology and feels, we’d have evolved a teensy bit to not be the absolute shits we are to each other all the time. It’s all too much. So I wrapped myself up in a misery cloak of my own making because there wasn’t anything I could do to fix it.
But then, a recent conversation with a friend - I think he’s the only friend I’ve made since we moved to Goa - gave me pause. Here’s the gist: Just because the world is burning doesn’t mean I have to sit by and watch it burn. I’ll do what I can. It will be enough.
I am the problem. Woah.
So, I’m shaking off the misery cloak and rebooting jOt. It will take a minute for us to get back to regular programming - I have to gather my co-conspirators, cajole things out of them, you know, housekeeping stuff. We’ll send a thing out at least every other week for now.
The first one, written by moi is to celebrate our Niki, whose birthday was yesterday and who is the reason jOt exists in the first place.
And for you, dear reader, if you have a tiny human or are making one, this thing is for you.
Muchest love,