I wrote a really fun blog this weekend. It was all polished up and scheduled and ready to go out by Sunday afternoon.

Then, Sunday night there were the emergency alerts coming in fast and furious on the phone.  Evacuations. Fast moving fires. Deja frickin’ vu. At this point, I’m okay but several of my friends and colleagues are evacuated and have no idea whether they have a home or workplace to go back to.

If there is anything that 2020 seems to be pounding into us, it is that you can’t plan for sh*t. Well, you can, but you have to be open to changing plans. That’s a whole other topic, though. Anyway, I needed a new blog post.

As you can imagine there are lots of conversations going on with friends, family, the person next to me in line at the store. Trying to understand what’s going on. Trying to support each other. Trying to connect. Trying to decide what the lesson is. Do we endure or resist? What opportunities can I find? What meaning? Maybe these conversations are getting easier.

I’m feeling even more isolated than usual because the smoke is keeping me inside. There isn’t a lot of work this week. It’s eerily quiet outside. This is just a new layer on top of the pandemic isolation. Maybe my family can figure out how to get together for the holidays.

Maybe.

Maybe.

I notice that I turn to maybe thinking frequently.

I wonder…

I’m a hopeless optimist. Absolutely. But even I am tired of looking for the positive in everything 2020 has dished up. Thinking “maybe…” isn’t false optimism. “Maybe” is how my true self is hanging on for dear life, keeping the door open.

I will not accept a BlackorWhite world. No binary thinking for me. I need more than two possibilities to choose from. I need colors.

So maybe is my magic word. I don’t have to be sure. I just have to stay curious.

Hey, maybe I could have pizza tonight…

In the meantime, remember these things: You are loved. We are all loved. Let’s all be kind. And in all things – progress, not perfection!

Love and light,

Maggie