Turn off the news. Nothing good ever stemmed from analysis. Tune out the affairs of this time, the intoxicating stream of could be and what if. Hardly matters who’s nuking who. Hardly matters what the weather will bring. Just dress for anything, preferably waterproof. Pack lightly but always carry an umbrella. Allow yourself the pleasure of becoming a garden. You have all the privilege you need to survive if you root yourself in the choice of joy and let yourself get rained on. You are a living meadow. I wish I had learned this when I was young. I would have saved myself twenty years of anger. I would have saved myself from headlines, from flash floods, from analysis.