When I lost my brother, every goal I’d had felt pointless overnight. For months I just went through the motions. What slowly brought me back wasn’t a grand mission. It was small purpose — helping one person, building one thing, showing up for one morning. Meaning didn’t arrive. I had to start making it again, one day at a time.
— David R.
Sit With This
What’s one small thing you could do this week that would feel like it matters?
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