It's October and our hemisphere is on the brink of another winter, so naturally to me this time of year is often consumed with depression from lack of daylight and anxiety about the looming cold. I've ramped up my intake of Vitamin D in hopes of warding off the seasonal blues. Despite my (very minimal) effort, there are still issues that keep me up in the night; not necessarily worrying about, but constantly thinking. I'm sure many of you can relate.
I do, however, wonder how many of you might be up thinking about what appears to be increasing tensions between the US and Russia, and many pundits agree that we are deep in the throes of a New Cold War. I found myself at 3am, downstairs and far away from my warm and comfortable bed, fixated on any documentary I could find about this frightening prospect. I wanted to learn...how did this all begin? 3am seemed like a perfectly appropriate time to do this. Thankfully VICE News (HBO) gave excellent insight about the conflict, both past and present, you can watch it here, and I really encourage you to do it. It's fascinating, and I believe that in the months and years to come, this will become front-page news if nothing is done to resolve diplomatic relations with us and the Motherland.
The next night, however, I was up again in the evil hours AGAIN, and this time for an entirely different reason. Our middle child is having a birthday sleepover in a few weeks, and I suddenly became aware of the fact that I invited way too many girls. How in the world was I going to handle that abundance of high-pitched screaming and crying and laughing like crazy people and possible fighting...and that's just from my husband? (HA!) Let alone FIFTEEN GIRLS that I invited because I...er, I mean, my daughter...didn't want anyone to feel left out.
It was not lost on me that I was spending equal amounts of time, worry and planning on both potential nuclear war and a seven year old's Harry Potter birthday party, and I couldn't help but reflect on how life is so weird sometimes.
