Et In Arcadia Ego

2022 is off to a weird start, as some of the feelings and effects of 2021 are lingering, because of course it is. How could you possibly slip out of a year like the last just because the clock struck 12?

But still... I am optimistic, and happy. Exhausted and motivated and uncertain as ever, but so so ready for what's next. This one is especially interesting, because I've lived enough life to realize that just because with age comes wisdom, doesn't mean there aren't still hard, painful lessons to learn.

So why not make the most of it since it doesn't last forever? Why not love deeply and optimistically, regardless of whatever fear/insecurity takes the lead this week?

Because even in bliss, there is grief. Even in paradise, there is death. But that awful truth is somehow our greatest blessing, and the reason we should live as beautifully as possible for the short time we have.