I liked the feeling in this particular depiction of the Eight Cups, of a lingering sadness. It’s not quite sadness it’s more like weariness and picking yourself up to move on. Weariness tacked onto fear of failure, uncertainty.
The book says: “None of this is likely to be easy, and one can feel separated from life itself…”
Step by step or Bird by Bird as Anne Lamott calls it in her book of the same name.
We were browsing properties yesterday and visiting a few neighbourhoods, and it’s discouraging as we can’t find a house to even look at, let alone buy.