It's been a strange week around here. So much has happened - so much - but none of it is anything I'm at liberty to share at this time.
Lest you worry, there isn't anything gravely wrong going on, but my mind has been whirling, and it's been so hard to get thoughts to come out coherently on paper or screen.
I'm grateful for Ryan, who has been the most amazing teammate this week. He always is, but I am especially grateful for him.
Today, on this 21st anniversary of 9/11, I feel like the swirling week I just had is, in some ways, reminiscent of that week, which is a whole adulthood lifetime ago now.
You might remember that I usually set aside this day each year to watch documentaries and to remember the lives lost that day. Church aside, I plan to do that today as well.
I think of how my life changed that day, in the first worldwide shaking of my own adult life. Grappling with the unfathomable, completely on my own.
We all have it in common: our lives ebb and flow with good days and hard, and sometimes the things we have to work through have to be done on our own. It isn't easy. But it grows and changes us.
So on this day - this 9/11 anniversary - my mind is with those whose lives were shaken more violently than my own that day. I think of them with care.
Again, my words are few today, but I hope you'll understand.
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I was in Lower Manhattan yesterday and happened to walk across the plaza. For a local it's just part of life here, but yesterday it twanged a little deeper to see the memorials that I usually quickly walk by as tourists take pics.
I look forward to the day I can see those memorials in person. Your IG photo today was so fitting.
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