during the pandemic, i ordered a smoothie from a little cafe in LA. i picked it up from the makeshift counter set up outside the door, and when i got in the car, i saw there was a small note taped to the top of the cup. it read: “someday, this will all be a memory”.
i knew whoever had written that note was thinking about the state of the world and could have had no way of knowing about my comparatively small struggle in it, but this little kindness gave me a moment of hope, a window into the future when the pain of this time would surely have faded a little.
i only wondered and worried about how long it was going to take. “someday” doesn’t like to tell you when it plans to arrive.
Lauren Graham
maia diaries 
I know some folks who refused to allow this pandemic to affect their lives. Made no changes. For them, there really was no pandemic.
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i appreciate your words here very much but she is not talking about the pandemic though (not really). this piece refers to her breakup with Peter Krause.
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I really liked this piece. My mantra in the pandemic was “ this too shall pass”. My tool to calm my fears was Yoga Nidra.
A friend in Kiev recently sent a message saying, “ someday cannot come soon enough “.
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this is beautiful, i’m in tears… thank you so much. hugs.
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