Postcard from the eye of a hurricane

Hey friends 👋,

What a weird week.

While small businesses have been whiplashed by wild changes in trade policy, elderly folks have been worried about their retirement portfolios as markets crash, and immigrants live in fear of wrongful deportation, I've been writing.

It's a strange feeling to have an abnormal week for the world feel like a normal one in your world. It's a cocktail of gratitude, guilt, and a grim concern.

It's like being on a small boat in the eye of a hurricane. Outside and inside the storm at the same time. Safe, but witness to the chaos and destruction.

While the wind whips the water elsewhere, capsizing cruise liners and destroying homes, all you can think about is that there is no just reason for the eye to exist or for you to be within it.

Ironically, in that patch of sunshine and calm seas, it's easy to succumb to despair.

I've been continuing to write this week about honesty and lies. I want to leave you with a little excerpt.

Hope itself is a kind of lie.

It's a story we tell and are told that says, "the world will get better".

There's no way to prove this story is true. In fact, there's probably more evidence to suggest that it isn't.

But there is power in believing stories that aren't entirely true. And there is virtue in telling them.

Until next time,
Drew