I’ve been waking up early, starting my day at sunrise, one of the positive remnants from travel and jetlag. But these past few days I feel myself falling into bad habits, sleeping in, ignoring the outside world. I try to shake it off but the fogginess lingers.
And the news cycle does not help, focusing on the negative and sad news. The loss is palatable, it’s everywhere: loss of memory, loss of life. The stories coming out of California about the forest fires raging through residential areas is heartbreaking. People’s memories, their livelihoods decimated by flames. The desire to help but the overwhelmingness of what it is exactly you can do that has the most impact.
It’s an unsettling feeling, one that I do not like at all.
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