Change, Choices

Keep Moving

Anxiety is love’s greatest killer… It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him but you know he will strangle you with his panic.

Anais Nin, February 1947

It is when the air tilts. The ground splits open. You tip over the edge of the only map you have and don’t know if you will land, let alone where. It happens thousands of times in a life. If you are willing, you could find yourself there as many times in a day.

To keep moving when no way is clear and every choice uncertain is at the heart of mortality and motherhood, of art and work and love.