Lately, I’ve been carrying this uneasy feeling in my gut that I can’t quite shake. With the election looming, the conflict in Israel intensifying, and the general instability in the world, it's hard not to feel like everything is on the verge of unraveling. It’s like I’m holding my breath, waiting for the next bit of bad news to hit.
I don’t have any grand insights or solutions, and that’s frustrating. I wish I could say that I’m learning something profound through all this, but honestly, it just feels like I’m wading through uncertainty, trying to keep my head above water.
What I do know is that I’m more aware than ever of how fragile things are—our sense of security, our beliefs, our connections. It’s a sobering realization, and I’m still figuring out what to do with it. I’m trying to stay grounded, to find some semblance of normalcy in the everyday, but it’s hard when the bigger picture feels so unstable.
Maybe what I’m learning, if anything, is that it’s okay to admit when things feel off. It’s okay to not have everything figured out, to be worried, to be angry. I’m trying to give myself the space to feel these things without rushing to fix them. Sometimes, all you can do is sit with the discomfort and wait for the fog to lift.