I think we’re all a little guilty of frittering away our grains of sand on nothingness. I’m my case because I’m either avoiding dealing with the big stuff or getting the energy to deal with it. It’s good to listen to another point of view sometimes, even if it’s awful, otherwise how else can we figure out who we really are xxx
Such a timely post. If you treat each grain of sand like it was gold, would we spend it differently than we do? The reality is you don’t know how much time you have, so it’s best spent doing good things and putting positive out there in the world. Thanks for writing this, Meghan!
I'm checking out all your links... I used to live at Grove and Bedford (Here, actually: https://shershegoes.com/hidden-streets-in-new-york-grove-court/)... SO many wonderful, atmospheric haunts. Cafe Figaro looks perfect! And absolutely, the jar is a perfect metaphor for how to live life. I think it's easy to stuff in the sand before the rocks (little things before the big), but that's what I'm eager to change! That Boston Globe article is how I found Heather Cox Richardson's blog in the first place! She's amazing... And it's what inspired me to start writing on substack!
I think we’re all a little guilty of frittering away our grains of sand on nothingness. I’m my case because I’m either avoiding dealing with the big stuff or getting the energy to deal with it. It’s good to listen to another point of view sometimes, even if it’s awful, otherwise how else can we figure out who we really are xxx
Such a timely post. If you treat each grain of sand like it was gold, would we spend it differently than we do? The reality is you don’t know how much time you have, so it’s best spent doing good things and putting positive out there in the world. Thanks for writing this, Meghan!
Thank you so much for taking the time to read it! Means a lot to me... :-)
Loved this one! My spot was Le Café Figaro in Greenwich Village. I was thrilled to see that it may actually be coming back after being closed for more than a decade! (https://nypost.com/2021/01/12/greenwich-village-hot-spot-le-figaro-cafe-plots-comeback/ )
Your poem is perfect and reminds me of the famous experiment about how to fill the jar. (https://www.odessa.edu/current-students/_documents/pdfs/a-story-of-priorities-and-a-jar.pdf )
Finally, you might enjoy this piece about Heather Cox Richardson.
https://www.bostonglobe.com/2021/01/14/lifestyle/how-heather-cox-richardson-built-sisterhood-concerned-americans/?et_rid=1933749294&s_campaign=globesmostpopular:newsletter&et_rid=1933749294&s_campaign=globesmostpopular:newsletter
I'm checking out all your links... I used to live at Grove and Bedford (Here, actually: https://shershegoes.com/hidden-streets-in-new-york-grove-court/)... SO many wonderful, atmospheric haunts. Cafe Figaro looks perfect! And absolutely, the jar is a perfect metaphor for how to live life. I think it's easy to stuff in the sand before the rocks (little things before the big), but that's what I'm eager to change! That Boston Globe article is how I found Heather Cox Richardson's blog in the first place! She's amazing... And it's what inspired me to start writing on substack!