The other day I went to a coffee shop to work. Not my usual shop. A national one I don’t ordinarily go to unless I’m out of town. There were no seats by the wall with the comfy upholstery, which matters a bit to my ass and back, but matters even more to the need to charge my computer.
It makes me sad to think your daughters live with such an undercurrent of fear. But then again, I was 22 years old during the Cuban crisis and had a very deep terror that nuclear war was going to destroy us all. And fear of the crime in New York city where I lived during the 1960s. But given some perspective, I've lived through German bombs raining down on our house in England when I was a toddler, fear of rejection as a little immigrant girl in Canada, fear of a third world war, fear of never having enough money to be indepentdent in old age - it goes on and on. And yet we survive AND THRIVE.
It makes me sad to think your daughters live with such an undercurrent of fear. But then again, I was 22 years old during the Cuban crisis and had a very deep terror that nuclear war was going to destroy us all. And fear of the crime in New York city where I lived during the 1960s. But given some perspective, I've lived through German bombs raining down on our house in England when I was a toddler, fear of rejection as a little immigrant girl in Canada, fear of a third world war, fear of never having enough money to be indepentdent in old age - it goes on and on. And yet we survive AND THRIVE.