Hope Soup and Resistance
I read the other day that to do things you enjoy is an act of resistance. That made me happy to think about; it's too often I (we?) get caught up in the seriousness and consternation of the present moment, and that tends to color our entire world view. I'm not just talking about the political drama, but also things more personal, like family illness and death. Or work troubles. Anything that throws our sense of balance and well-being off kilter.
So, even though it's a bit pricey, I'm trying to book tickets to do something that feeds the mind/spirit at least once a month with G. I don't think of it as "date night"-- no, this is "insisting on living with some peace and joy" instead. We went to a ball game for Mother's Day, we went to see a play last Sunday. I have tickets in July to see Judy Collins in concert. And I just booked us tickets to see The Producers in October. It's kind of like seasoning a soup. Without something to look forward to, life just trudges along-- or so it can seem. I'm sure there will be other small events (or maybe something larger? I'd like to go to the beach!), but for now, booking tickets to things we love feels like hope. Hope Soup.
I hope you can season your soup, too.
C
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