How do we keep going when the world seems to be falling apart? There have been nights over the past few months when I’ve truly been convinced we’re in the end times. And we may be. But I don’t know. I just don’t know what’s going to happen.

When I stop to consider the whole entire world, it’s too much for me. I can’t take it all in at once and I feel like I’m drowning.

I need to focus on what’s directly in front of me. Limiting my news and social media intake helps. Walking helps. I can put on my jacket and feel the swishy nylon on my forearms. I can take a step. I can look down and find a snail munching on a mushy leaf. I can take another step. I can make a single phone call to a friend or my Senator. I can take another step, and another, and another.