How To Live A Good Life (or try our best to)

Reflections on waiting for life to happen, mothering the world, marriage and divorce.

Dear reader,

For the past three months, I find myself repeatedly thinking about what it means to live a good life. On my walk to the subway station in the morning, I see dad’s carrying their sleepy kids’ knapsacks. I hear little birds singing their morning song. A man with small round glasses sits in the window of the cafe on my block, reading his book, drinking his coffee. The flowers are blooming everywhere, and if I was not rushing to go-be-therapist somewhere, I would stop and inspect each petal for its miraculousness. I glance behind the reflection of a car window and see a woman with blonde curls that fill the driver’s seat, dressed business casual, staring at the stoplight with purpose.