Hold Tight
Just FYI. I won’t be writing the next Lear over the following few months. Or making a scientific discovery as significant as gravity.
I will be doing my best by my family, my community, my business, my friends, my husband, myself.
I will be managing my own anxiety, my finances, my loneliness, my house move, my sadness, my health.
Productivity, the next great novel, whateverthefuck, is not my priority. Instead, it’s time to look after each other. It’s time to darn the bloody great holes that are opening up in the threadbare safety net of our society that is letting our most vulnerable slip through.
Will great art be created over this time? Yes. Without a doubt.
Will there be the most amazing scientific discoveries? Absolutely. I’d be shocked if it wasn’t. In fact, we’re depending on it!
But it won’t be from me. I have other work that’s calling me. And it might be a whole lot more humble. Insignificant, even, on a global scale. And yet, for me, and those who I’m supporting and whose support I’m receiving? It’s everything. Everything.
Our society, our world, is not going to look the same on the other side of this. How we show up now will dictate the terms of what comes next.
Let’s walk each other home, my loves. Here’s my hand. Hold tight.
