This is what I wore to work yesterday. I've discovered that there's something about putting on a chambray shirt that makes heading into work on Monday morning just a little bit easier. I think it's a look that, when paired with a pencil skirt, says, "I'm ready to work, but I'm living for the weekend." In a totally appropriate an professional way, of course.
There are so many silly, lighthearted things I wanted to write about today. I wanted to write about how the tan/burn line thing you can see going on with my ankles is the result of being like, "Yeah, reading on the roof in the bright sunlight in yoga crops with no sunscreen on my legs is totally a good idea." I wanted to write about how my husband adorably picked out this chambray shirt for me to wear to my first interview at Shopkick because he thought it was perfectly startup-appropriate. But all of that seems horribly, horribly inconsequential in light of the bombing attack on Boston yesterday. There has only been one other national tragedy of this scale during the six months I've been writing this blog, and it was the Newtown massacre. I refused to write anything about it the next day because I couldn't begin comprehend the depth of that tragedy. At that time I decided that this blog was an escape, and should stay that way, and dealt with the emotional fallout of that event by shutting myself in an office at work and sobbing for half an hour by myself. But this time, I want to write. I want to say that I still can't comprehend the depth of this kind of tragedy - what could possibly possess someone to target innocent victims at such a celebratory event goes beyond my powers of understanding. I want to say that I am truly, truly saddened by the fact that everyone in this country will feel a little less secure every time they are in a public place; that we will all now feel a small shudder of fear when we see strangers in our midst. And I want to say, like every other person in this world, that I want things like this to stop. Whatever caused this - extremism, mental illness, pure, unadulterated hatred - I want less of it in my world. I'm not sure how to go about that, but I feel like saying it is the first step.
I think it would be difficult to have a worse day today than we collectively had yesterday. I truly hope that, in the very least, that statement holds true. So have a better Tuesday. And tomorrow, we'll start getting back to normal. I promise.