In this, the week of the Opposite, it's been a joyfully disorienting couple of days at the extremes. Yesterday, we were stocking canned goods in a ruined church gymnasium and handing blankets to people who won't have heat or electricity for months. And today, I had my first non-homemade Thanksgiving at a posh eatery on the Upper East Side.
All of which makes me feel very thankful to fall somewhere in the middle.
This has been my best year since the divorce, since the (most recent) layoff, since I'd gotten used to the idea that my life had peaked long ago.
Today I celebrated how don't feel like that anymore. If the Mayans are right, I'm OK with it. I'm going out on top.
