Working my way through Season 3 of Ted Lasso.

Somehow lost touch with it after Season 2.

No fault of the show’s, just it happens.

Special interests and the vagaries of entertainment choices coupled with the certainty that I know how all the stories will end all wrapped up in wishing I could write something half as good means I miss things.

Instead of sitting in the joy that something like this exists.

Which, given what life can be, I should spend more time surrounded by joy.

And Lasso is pure joy.

An earnest joy.

Unforced.

Consequently, lots of tears.

Happy ones, mostly.

Others less so.

Shows like this are what art can, and should, be.

Not all the time, not all our art, but art that shows us that most of us are, truly, good people.

People wanting that goodness in ourselves, and others, if we could just get out of our own way.

And even those characters cast as antagonists?

Even those have dimension, and depth.

A not-so-subtle reminder that we all do.