I got a lot of DMs this week asking me, “how do you still have hope?” My usual answer—because it’s the only option—has never felt fully satisfying.
One thing I’ve been working on this year is resisting the instinct to hunker down and isolate when everything feels heavy. This week, that’s looked like family dinners, book club, and even setting up a mahjong game. Back in January, I wrote about my intention to build my village in my 40th year. I can’t say I’ve done it perfectly, but trying *actually reaching for connection* has made all the difference.
I’ve also written a lot here about what it means to hold on to hope, even when it feels impossible. If you need some encouragement right now, maybe one of these pieces will resonate:
Feeling Helpless? That’s Exactly What They Want: Viktor Frankl found purpose in the darkest times, his lesson is more urgent than ever
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