Last spring, I remember saying how I lost my ability to believe that the future would actually happen. Things became so uncertain, and then we just lived with that low hum of uncertainty. And yesterday I booked plane tickets for a wedding in the fall and found myself thinking “but who knows what the world will look like then” and had to say, wait, the future is happening again. I am trying to remember how to trust that the future will happen. Slowly, slowly.
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