Good Things Friday (205) and Link Love
January 27, 2023
1. Last week I felt compelled to host our “usual” Lunar NY dinner. By Wednesday I realized I really didn’t want to host anything and instead got in touch with an old friend who’d been wanting to talk and they invited us over.
It was brilliant. The kids got to play with older cousins, there was no crying or whining, we had a lovely casual dinner without any pressure to do all the traditional stuff that maybe we don’t wanna do this year.
2. JB shared that they like their self defense partner and I just said I was glad for them. I was tempted to say they need to work harder at practice but you know what? I’m starting to remember how some of that felt when I was growing up. That’s a comment for another time, if ever.
Challenges this week: I’m sick again. Bah.
The unexpected barrier preventing American small towns from accessing federal climate funds
I might have shared this before but it’s good and worth sharing again: Writing Begins With Forgiveness: Why One of the Most Common Pieces of Writing Advice Is Wrong
A profound question that’s been on my mind: Who Gets To Grieve?
Related to that post, What We Don’t Know: “Enter their room only with questions, never answers.”
Miranda’s first point here is probably the most important one for me. I don’t fall into decision paralysis because of it but I do experience an unwarranted amount of guilt and despair over only being able to do so much (or so little depending on how hard depression brain is steering into the feelings): What Can I Do to Help? How to Do Good When You Feel You Can’t Make a Difference
The cat arranging leaves reminds me of the time Wicket found a pile of torn-up tortillas that Mr. Sandwich had meant for birds. She would arrange them on a blanket and shift them about as if she were curating an exhibit.
Ok that’s the cutest thing I’ve heard in a long time.