Doom and Gloom

The Waterfall (1910) by Henri Rousseau

Things feel even more fucked than they did last week, possibly due to the clouds of ash and red sun outside my window. I’m going to be offering advice or support or encouragement here for the next two hours or so, so step on up. My words might not be that eloquent or even that helpful but they will be heartfelt. Hoping to make this a regular Friday thing if my avoidance and commitmentphobia don’t overrule that impulse. Please join in with your usual smart insights and kindness, they are a wonder to behold!