2020 has been a wonderful training in mindful self-acceptance, the realistic surrender of hope and total subjugation to one’s circumstances. Three cups of tea, lunch and dinner, 12 hours of internet surfing that left no impression, a workout and bed. There was the pasta bake stage, the neighbourhood vigilante stage, the terrible craft projects stage, the Zoom cocktails stage, which segued into the domestic alcoholism stage. I fully accept the psychological stripping-down we’re all undergoing.. Maybe life is not about striving. At this stage of my life, imagining some future love affair pains and humiliates me much more than embracing reality.

Source: The Guardian August 19, 2020 13:18 UTC