As his banjo, now existing in the main room, I could see that working for the woman was the new value offer for Harry. Harry traveled from, "How do I prepare for a disaster", to "I'm in a disaster", to "How do I make it better." Harry cycled through them.
This is not to be taken lightly. Thair are many kinds of disasters. Some of them we share, some we don't. Thinking about disasters can bring anxiety itself.
Beng in a disaster has all the impacts of what that disaster means. Disasters are painful. The ones we share, and the ones we don't. A disaster brings indeterminate times. Questions like "Are we there yet?", and "When will we get ...?" and "When can I go home?"
As his banjo, "How do I make it better?" had a ring to it. He might just be able to make me sing-a-ling a song with that. But yet he endures in the land of plowing.
And, so, tell me something good today. Something new can be just as good. Tell me something new today. And why is that important? Oh my, not another disaster.
Nope.
A lot of what we have is not a disaster. And learning something new can brighten the mind and the day.
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