Over the past several months, I have mostly been grateful – for my health, my family, my good fortune to have a job I love and brings me meaning and keeps us safe in our home. And I am aware of what a blessing it is to have those sentiments. To be able to take time away with family, to slow down, to all be home on Friday nights, to have our schedule open and make time for each other. So while I am sometimes scared, frustrated, or tired of missing out on time in community, mostly I feel grateful to be where I am, surrounded by love, family, and a tremendous sense of hope for the future.
I am scared for our country, scared that the negative impulses and hateful language will rise again. And I am inspired by so many voices for justice, shining a light on inequalities, and insisting that love, kindness, and respect are the values that are the foundation for so many of us.
These past six months have brought separations and pain that I never would have chosen. And they have also been a gift – to be present, to count blessings, and to look for unexpected silver linings. I am finding them all around.
