When you get to a dead end, the street stops and there’s no way to drive on. But, oddly enough, there’s always something there at the end of the street: a field you could walk across, a door you could enter. Sometimes a dead end is merely a declaration that the way forward will require radically new tactics.
How have you managed to go forward when it seemed like you have come to a dead end?
Happy Mother’s Day to every woman who has given birth. And all the women who wanted to but weren’t able. And all the women who gave birth to a child they were not able to raise. And all the women who mother children they adopted or fostered. And all the women who are not parents, but care for children anyway. And all the nurturing men who do the things that society thinks of as “mothering.” And all the people don’t have children, but who work for a world in which children can thrive.
Who do you honor this Mother’s Day?
Sure, it might be a bit much, all that house, all those colors, that wide a shady porch. But don’t you sometimes wish you could offer that extravagant a welcome?
Who or what do you welcome with the brightest flowers and biggest rooms of your heart?
So that’s my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody’s ever made before. Don’t freeze, don’t stop, don’t worry that it isn’t good enough, or it isn’t perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life.
—Neil Gaiman
What new mistake are you willing to undertake?
The mayfly lives for about a year in its infant form, but only hours or days as an adult.
What would be worth spending your whole life preparing for, even if it only lasted for a short while?
