I’d always imagined, in times of massive disruption, that there would be a clearer rupture between “before” and “after” -- …
Loneliness, anxiety, trying to be a person amidst all this.
It’s so far a pretty quiet week which is very welcome, though that gives me more space to be sad …
I’ve just had so little interest in what’s not important to me, and so little patience or energy to equivocate.
The first week of June was intense.
Summer, friendship, a childhood memory. And the new wave of uprisings.
On leadership, burnout, and gratitude for the deep support of others.