I feel a bit like a broken record bringing this up again, but many things and people in my life have all of a sudden began to change — mostly good, exciting things, I’ll add, but overwhelming all the same. I try to take it day by day, but it’s hard work. This poem feels like a warm, steady hand on my shoulder, but also a good-natured elbow jab: everything will work out.
I Go Down To The Shore
I go down to the shore in the morning
and depending on the hour the waves
are rolling in or moving out,
and I say, oh, I am miserable,
what should I do? And the sea says
in its lovely voice:
Excuse me, I have work to do.
-Mary Oliver, A Thousand Mornings