I am up late reading and I just read this passage and it felt like it belonged on a blog that’s about doing whatever comes next, even if you don’t know what that should be.
You just have to keep going. And along the way, you find things to hold tight to. Hope. And good conversations. And people who stick with you until morning. You find things to clutch.
– If You Find This Letter, Hannah Brencher
I’m less undecided about the future these days, but sometimes all you can do when life feels a bit like a series of catastrophes strung together with bits of blissful calm in between is look for the next thing to hold onto and someone to stick with you along the way.
And keep swimming…