“Half an hour ago, I got to see what a snarky jerk I can be. I did something hurtful to a friendly and innocent person. In my defense, I felt like I was just hanging on yesterday, after witnessing the brutality of last week, the devastation of last three months, the fever dream of the last four years. I had been in tears, I had been sick with fear, I had been blindsided by a sheetmetal sense of isolation. I was a mess. That’s my excuse and I am sticking to it.
Except that this is not good enough, if transformation is going to come out of all that we have been going through. This will include both the deep dive into miserable truths, and radical self-forgiveness. Neither is my strong suit.”
–Anne Lamott, June 7, 2020, Facebook post
