Today

Woke up this morning refreshed. It's a beautiful day outside and not so bad inside, either. Today, I'm feeling it.

Even before I rolled out of bed, I felt good. It isn't that I'm suddenly at peace with everything—that might be nice, but it really isn't characteristic of who I am—rather, it's that I'm okay with not being at peace with everything, with not understanding everything, with not knowing what's going on, with ambiguity, with wonder...

I'm not so okay with the sadness of others, but today I accept how little I can do to alleviate it. Today I understand that I'm only responsible for what I can do and when I've done what I can do, my responsibilities end. I empathize, I freely offer what comfort and support I can, and that's it.

Tomorrow, maybe I'll think I'm Atlas again, carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders. I hope not—reason tells me it's foolish to take up a burden not mine—but tomorrow will be what it will be. Today, I'm going to accept the gift of feeling good.

One of my high school classmates posted a quote by Albert Camus on his Facebook page this morning:

"The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion."

I like that. I aspire to that. And today...today...I believe it is within my grasp.

Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to divert a river; these stables won't clean themselves! (I may not be Atlas, but today I feel like Heracles)