My heart feels heavy today.
I’m sitting here, trying my best to stay present with my family and the mountain of tasks that usually fill my day. I’m going through the motions—checking on the seedlings, managing the farm, being "there" for the people who need me—but my mind keeps drifting. It keeps wandering toward the state of our country, and honestly, I don't recognize it anymore.
It feels dystopian.
I find myself asking the same question over and over: When is enough, enough?
I didn’t sit down to write this to be political. I sat down to be authentic. This isn’t a debate or a policy piece; it is a snapshot of my internal reality. I think we’ve become so afraid of "taking a side" that we’ve forgotten how to just say out loud that we are hurting, or confused, or deeply unsettled by the world our children are inheriting.
I’m allowed to feel this. These feelings are valid, and I’m allowed to write them down—if for no other reason than to get them out of my chest so I can breathe a little easier.
I know this might not be the "aspirational" content people expect. If this doesn't sit right with you, you are absolutely allowed to disengage. I won't be offended. But for those of you who are also feeling that same heavy pull today—who are also trying to balance the beauty of your "small" world with the weight of the "big" one—know that you aren’t alone in the quiet.
Today, I’m just going to hold the heavy heart, do the next thing on my list, and try to find the light where I can.