A love letter for the 8th day of January

Dear ones, The first eight days of 2026 have already been a lot. For many of us, they’ve carried fear, grief, anger, and a familiar tightening in the chest that comes from waking up to headlines that feel cruel and relentless. I want to offer a gentle reframe that helped me yesterday when I felt myself sliding toward despair. This moment is not everything suddenly being terrible. It is a continuation of things that have been terrible for a long time. I know, I know, that's not super...