Tomorrow will be different.
There is no silver lining, I don’t even think we know how bad it will actually get.
But there is a tomorrow. I am going to hang on to the idea that each day, each tomorrow, I get an opportunity to make things different. It will not always be in big ways, or with legions of people. It may be one person in one softly spoken conversation.
I won’t stop just because it’s different, but I also won’t sugarcoat how deeply troubled I am.