My kids loved fairytales.
The best part was never the ending. It was the middle. The wide eyes. The oh no, what's going to happen? The desperate need to know how she was going to get out of this. They weren't hoping it would be okay. They already knew it would be okay. They just couldn't wait to see how.
I've been thinking about that a lot lately. About being in the middle of something and not knowing how it resolves. The kids were right, the “messy” middle is actually the best part.
TODAY’S PICKS
THE FEATURE
What Hope Actually Is.
I've been thinking about hope wrong. Not a little wrong. Fundamentally wrong. This piece clears it up for me.
THE REFLECTION
Betwixt and Between.
There's a word for that feeling of being between who you were and who you're becoming. I didn't know it until I read this. Turns out it's been happening to people forever, and it's supposed to feel exactly this uncomfortable. I guess I am exactly where I am supposed to be.
THE WILDCARD
Your Clothes Are Coming Back.
Turns out the 20-year fashion rule isn't just a theory anymore. Mathematicians proved it. Which means everything you wore in the early 2000s is already on its way back. You've been warned.
A Thank You Note:
To the Person in the White Toyota Camry at Spruce and Columbus,
I was at a red light looking at my phone. I know better. I really do. When I looked up, the light was green and the car ahead of me had clearly moved about five seconds earlier. I glanced in my rearview mirror, fully prepared for the consequences.
No honk. No hand gesture. No screaming. Just patience.
I became a better driver that day. I hope you know that.
With gratitude, Trish
My answer:
I have moved a pair of cowboy boots to three houses. Three. I almost got rid of them twice. I did not. And I want everyone who told me to let them go to know that I am wearing them.
