End of February, shortest month of the year, and one of the most stressful times in Japan. Everyone is under pressure. It’s smack in the middle of exam season, and for my daughter, the really important one is coming up next week. Kids are graduating in a few weeks, people are moving. Everything turns over between March 31 and April 1, but now is the darkness before the dawn. Nobody knows anything except “maybe.”
It’s like the beginning of the third act in a novel.
This year, I rediscovered the Queen/David Bowie song, “Under Pressure”. If you are American, you may have to listen to it a half dozen times to wipe out the memory of Vanilla Ice’s self-centered, sample-inspired hit. But it’s well worth the effort. Pressure is terrible, but it can shape and form us in unexpected and sometimes lucky ways. As the song says, “Keep coming back to love, but it’s so slashed and torn.” But still, it’s the best thing we’ve got going.
Let’s give love one more chance. Love for our families, love for our friends, love for our work, no matter how many forms that work takes. Take care of ourselves. Under pressure.
Now go out there and write some love.