Sometimes I take some time and let the feelings reign. Frustration. Anger. Despair. The hopelessness that our leaders don’t appear to have a plan, and are in some ways stunningly incompetent.

So let’s do that. Take a minute. Five minutes. An hour, or a day, and give in to it. Yell about having to do online school again. Scream at how pointless this half lockdown thing we have going on is without enforcement. Give into the despair that it might take our livelihood.

And then after we’re done giving them space; after we’ve gotten rid of whatever it was needed to let out, we get back at it. The planning for after the pandemic is over. the imagining travel. The hugs we’re going to give loved ones; the expansion plans for a business. The party that we’ve been thinking of this whole time. Because just as much as we can’t continue as we have been. We also can’t stop hope, because without it, life is even more grim than it is right now.