January 8, 2026

I keep pendulum swinging between grief and action.

Grief and action.

It’s January 8, 2026. I pitched a client today.

The call went well.

This week work has been busy.

Yesterday a woman was killed by an ice agent. In public in broad daylight.

Today. 2 more.

I went on a run today.

It felt like I was training for something.

Not a marathon. Something.

Even I don’t know what yet.