I’m not saying I don’t want change. I will stand beside you and fight for that change, dammit. But I’m not going to wish away this time. I’m going to be grateful for it. Because this is it. This has to be enough.
But inevitably there comes a point where you’ve done everything you possibly can. A quiet. An eye of the storm, I suppose.
I kept getting asked the same thing, “If I wanted to use this time to learn the ukulele, where would I start?”