I’m making up for it.

You gotta show up if you wanna get it done

This is what I put up with several times a day while I’m on the sofa doing anything. This was just now while I was trying to read email.

I feel this one strongly.

This is on point.

I’ve been reading the lovely blog swiss-miss for several years now — it’s pretty perfect (design, fun stuff, products, things to think about, and Friday Link Packs). Last week, I noticed this and Ind I’ve thought about it a good bit. Read

I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you” when someone sneezes, a leftover from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying. And sometimes, when you spill lemons from your grocery bag, someone else will help you pick them up. Mostly, we don’t want to harm each other. We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot, and to say thank you to the person handing it. To smile at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder, and for the driver in the red pick-up truck to let us pass. We have so little of each other, now. So far from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange. What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these fleeting temples we make together when we say, “Here, have my seat,” “Go ahead — you first,” “I like your hat.”

– Danusha Laméris

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I’m trying, Toni.

I’m posting this from the wonderful artist, Anisa Makhoul because it echoes the most amazing quote from all of my Grey’s Anatomy.

In Christina’s last episode, the last thing she says to Meredith is:

Because YOU are the sun in your story.