How are you doing today?
Last week was a really tough one for me. Was it for you, too?
Even though I try to limit how much news I take in, sometimes the headlines still find their way in — and when they do, they can feel crushing. Overwhelming. Heartbreaking in a way that leaves you staring at a wall, unsure of what to do next.
Here’s what I did:
I cried. I prayed. I donated. I wrote a lot of words. I had conversations with my kids.
I got off social media. I hiked with friends. I bought Dean’s French Onion dip (my comfort food).
I pickled cucumbers. I read the Bible. I had friends over.
I cheered on my kids at soccer. I cheered for GT and my Dawgs, too.
I made soup and bread for my family.
I drank pumpkin ciders, took magnesium, and sipped Nighty Night Extra tea (not all at once).
I wrestled with big questions. The kind that don’t come with easy answers.
I still don’t have those answers today, and maybe that’s okay. Maybe the wrestling is the work.
Because growth — real, deep, honest growth — rarely feels comfortable.
And yet, here we are. Showing up in small ways. Holding both heartbreak and hope in the same breath. Making soup and mulling over hard questions.
One of my personal struggles is with social media. It’s a place I like to show up and share life’s minutia, like a personal FaceTime with a friend, but there are times when anonymous critics come out just to stir up rage and create division. It’s something I rarely find in other places like on this blog or in real life. I often consider getting off completely because I wonder if we’re all meant to be so entrenched in a virtual world that can create a false sense of connection. But then I see sparks of genuine connection and ways to spread hope and bits of joy and wonder if that makes it worth staying?
How do you handle social media in your own life? It’s something I don’t allow for my kids because I know how addictive and vile it can be and yet, I’m a user. I struggle with that.
If last week felt heavy for you too, I hope you found your own small ways to steady yourself. To stay human in the face of it all. To grieve and grow at the same time. If you’ve found small ways to stay grounded or connected lately, I’d love to know. Let’s keep sharing what helps — it might be just what someone else needs to hear.
