10/21/2025
I took this photo on a quiet fall hike — one of those afternoons where the water is still but your mind isn’t.
Somewhere between the crunch of leaves and the reflection on the lake, I found myself thinking about Camus, absurdism, and how much energy we spend trying to make life make sense.
Sometimes peace doesn’t come from answers, but from the moment we stop wrestling with the questions.
I wrote about that tension — what it means to find steadiness when nothing adds up — in this week’s post:
👉 Absurd Calm: When the World Refuses to Make Sense
https://judyguessphd.com/absurd-calm-when-the-world-refuses-to-make-sense
Maybe calm isn’t something we find. Maybe it’s something we allow.