Being immunocompromised with a history of chronic respiratory infections, I’ve found myself uncomfortably straddling two categories that make me particularly at risk during our present pandemic. This time last month I was questioning whether or not it would be wise for me to take Frida to see Daniel Tiger Live
after receiving my most recent injection of immunosuppressant medication. As the week wore on it became clear that it wasn’t a good idea for anyone
to see Daniel Tiger Live
(and not just because Daniel Tiger Live
looks like this
I’ve been home long enough that my brain has begun making grand suggestions for projects I will likely start and never finish. Last week I purchased 100 empty spice jars with labels, for example. They are still waiting to be sanitized.
Shortly before Frida was born, Jacob and I enrolled in a series of parenting and first aid workshops offered by the hospital as a way to pretend that we were in any way prepared to be parents. One, titled Bringing Baby Home, actually turned out to be an all-day two-weekend course on essentially how not to murder or break up with your partner after procreating. The instructor had the overall vibe of an early-90s Supermarket Sweep contestant right down to the crewneck sweatshirt and leggings. Jacob and I kept exchanging “abandon ship” looks as she ran through a PowerPoint presentation featuring upbeat facts like “67% of new parents report being unhappy in their relationships.” Before we broke for lunch never to return, she did manage to leave us with one piece of wisdom that has carried me through the last two years:
Small things often.
Meaning, small acts of care and love can make a big difference. Of course, this is helpful in marriage, but it really applies to all relationships in life, including how you treat yourself. Don’t worry, I’m not about to suggest you go light a candle or don a face mask while meal prepping for the apocalypse. Did I just purchase a Chateau Marmont candle for seventy American dollars? Yes. Am I working on my book proposal right now? No. But I am writing this newsletter to tell you about an even tinier project of mine I’m committing to:
The Good List is simple. Sign up
and every day I’ll text you one good thing. A link? A quote? A poem? A drawer full of perfectly organized spice jars? A news item that won’t break your heart? The possibilities are endless but the commitment is small.
If you’d like to share The Good List
with someone you love, you can forward this email or post the graphic below. No pressure. Again, this is just a little thing we’re doing together.