And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
—Haruki Murakami (1949- ), Japanese writer
Lately small storms often. Small storms of my making. Small storms of other’s makings.
Expectations, needs, wants, worries, wishes. I try to pay attention. Find the best path through. Not the easiest – just the best under the circumstances.
So far so good.
