Is That All There Is?

Hi friends,

I had an existential crisis a few weeks ago.  A real deal existential crisis. It had been raining for days. I was starting a new project, perhaps too closely on the heels of finishing another one. There were maybe a few other things that felt too familiar happening at once. I wondered to myself early in the morning, obviously, brutally, as the woman once sang, Is that all there is? And that was it: my brain was off and running, and I couldn’t shut it off.