stymie; noun/verb, [stahy-mee]
This week in all-around news: bombshell election, three essays, a sprained wrist, unresolved errands. I’m dead tired. And frustrated. And disoriented. And upset.
But so, infinitely grateful.
For my LitHum class for having a poignant post-election seminar. For Lilian and her unwavering ability to make me laugh at koala portraits. For Kevin and the words in Lacunae. For Philharmonic Free Fridays. For Melissa and Studio Ghibli films. For Cindy taking time out of her schedule to help with my wrist mishap. For Leonard Cohen’s reminder: “There is a crack in everything. That’s how light gets in.”
If anything, I have to work harder. To repay this kindness. To keep my mind away from anxieties. I’m learning that this place is not a simple black and white chess game of survival—there’s sympathy and care and good will to combat all the cuss that happens. I can’t ever forget that.