I woke up feeling on the edge of tears. The day was already heavy at my first breath. I go for a run. I eat toast. I work. I put my phone across the room, out of reach. I drink my second Diet Coke early. I watch an episode of Schitt’s Creek with my friends over a leftover taco lunch. I go with them on a mid-afternoon walk. I work. I listen to Taylor Swift. I drink sparkling water.
We make plans for dinner where we will eat too much. We make plans for happy hour — whiskey old fashioneds. We make plans for fluff TV in-between news updates. We wrestle with the reality over and over that we may not know anything and that we don’t really know anything now anyway.
I share a video of baby chickens with my marketing team. A coworker reminds us all to unclench our jaws, reset our shoulders, and drink some water.
I drink some water. I beat my brain into getting done what I can, checking off a list of what I can control. I still feel on the edge of tears. I know I’m not alone. Breathe. Breathe.
We’ve done all we can. Right? Right? Right?
With Love,
Natalie