Some Days are Heavy

This morning feels heavy. There’s an undeniable weight in the air, a mix of anger, worry, sadness and uncertainty that I think many of us are feeling right now. To some extent, I’m afraid. I’m afraid of where we might be headed, of what the future might hold, and of the long, unfamiliar road that seems to stretch out in front of us. But in the midst of that fear, I also feel something powerful: a deep belief in freedom and in the strength that comes from our choices. I believe we can still build the world we want—one act of kindness, one spark of hope at a time. We don’t have to agree to acknowledge each other’s humanity. And we don’t have to see eye-to-eye to recognize that we’re all part of something much bigger than ourselves.