10th
Last night I learned that one of the mothers of my daughter’s primary school friends is in a coma, and due to brain damage it’s likely the doctors will pull the plug. This news has thrown my family members into a loop. I find it disconcerting that one’s consciousness (let alone physical body) can change for the worse so suddenly (Uranus notwithstanding). You can’t really depend on anything; life is so unpredictable.
I feel that all I can do (as a “take home”) is keeping doing what I feel passionate about. Yet I feel so anxious about a new project I’m pursuing that I feel very little serenity in my life right now. More like an urgency combined with insecurity, supplemented with a dash of conviction that I’m doing the right thing. I have no idea if it will be successful, but I know that if I don’t try I will be letting myself down.
