If the breaking day sees someone proud,
The ending day sees them brought low.
No one should put too much trust in triumph,
No one should give up hope of trials improving.
Clotho mixes one with the other and stops
Fortune from resting, spinning every fate around.
No one has had so much divine favor
That they could guarantee themselves tomorrow.
(The gods keep) our lives hurtling on,
Spinning in a whirlwind.”
Seneca, Thyestes, 613
Practice being present.
If your mind is off somewhere else wishing that other things were happening, you’ll be useless where you’re most needed.
In the moment, accepting what is.
Leave the spinning of fate-threads to the Norns and their fate-weaving Kin.
(See y’all tomorrow)