In the last week, I:

- celebrated my birthday, receiving so much love that my stomach hurt

- had to put my parents’ too-young dog down

- got the call that my husband’s beloved Oma died

- flew to Germany for her funeral

- decorated a Maibaum (maypole) with villagers and sang songs

- found out I didn’t get a gig I’d put a lot of effort into

- ate 17 bratwurst

- nearly missed a connecting flight in Zurich and got whisked through the airport’s underbelly like a VIP with state secrets

- laughed (and cried) across continents

A lot can happen in 7 days.

It can be grief, logistics, schnitzel, magic, and disappointment, all at once.

Life does not move predictably. And neither should we.