Every Sunday morning I wake up and think, what will I write about today? But for the last few weeks, I keep coming up blank.

No, that’s not exactly right. I don’t keep coming up blank. I keep coming up with so many issues that we need, or that I want, to talk about that I feel overwhelmed. I can’t figure out how to pinpoint where to start, where to focus my energy.

Sexual assault, the assaults on women’s bodily autonomy and healthcare, a walking back of ADA protections, tax cuts, corruption, health care, education . . . to name just a few of the many issues that have been weighing heavily on my mind. I literally can’t figure out what – or how – to talk about these things. Which one is the most pressing? Well, they all are.

Politically, it feels like we are in chaos. A few corrupt and selfishly motivated individuals have taken hold of the reigns and they are leading us into a downward spiral that will have long term effects. I wake up every morning and look at my children and my heart beats faster: what kind of world are we creating for them? Spoiler alert: It’s not good and it won’t be for a really long time unless we start holding them accountable now.

Early this morning I woke up and saw a fun little game on Twitter: Now type “I died” and let your Predictive Keyboard write your epitaph, it said. So I did.

This is what came up:

It seemed a little to on the nose, quite frankly.

So this is my shallow attempt at getting back into writing my Sunday Reflections. No promises, the world is really still very overwhelming.