#21 / It's Just Your Expectations
I’m going to keep this one shorter and lighter, both because last week’s was long and heavy, and because I’m feeling pretty tired. I have no bad news to report, thankfully, but sometimes I’m just running low on energy. I’m not taking a week off from this, though, because sending this email out every Sunday has become a valuable source of stability and familiarity in these unprecedented difficult extraordinary remarkable troubled unique times. Thank you for reading!
I think part of the drain for me is that all of the time at home is finally catching up to me. It has been since late January that I’ve spent a night somewhere, anywhere else. So lately, I’ve sought out and been introduced to a lot of cool new nature-y places in the city and surrounding area, and Ashley and I are talking about what safe travel will look like for us.
More on that later, then. For now, here’s what Lake Michigan looks like from atop the hill at the Fort Sheridan Forest Preserve.
Edwyn Collins — “Low Expectations"
Not that anyone complained, but I’ll spare you more U2 for now. Here’s a song by Edwyn Collins, former lead singer of Orange Juice and a stroke survivor, that has become somewhat of an anthem/rallying cry for me.
And you've been down this road before
Which is not to say you're bored
Or that you shouldn't want for more
It's just your expectations should be lower
News clip about the documentary The Possibilities Are Endless:
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