A note about #thegoodlist:
It's not that everything's coming up roses over here.
I know you know. Still, it's worth repeating, often and always, that life's swelling circle of hope and doubt and fervor cannot possibly be squared off, served up as portions.
But, we can learn to love the whole of it. We can learn to mine for good, or as my boyfriend has been saying for the past year: look for the light.
The more we do it, the more we see it.
And then: when the AC separation comes, when the first shift of your first game begins in Texas and ends 15 seconds later, when the emergency room doctor says it is grade 1-2, we'll have tiny shards of sunbeam to light the way forward.
