I wrote earlier this week about a small ritual I’ve fallen into over the years. Every Sunday morning, before I leave for church, I stand in front of the mirror for a few quiet seconds.
Not to fix anything.
Not to judge.
Just to notice.
It’s a way of asking a simple question: am I actually here? Or am I about to step into the world performing a version of myself I’ve learned to play?
Lately it feels like something similar is happening at a much larger scale. As if, through certain stories that keep resurfacing — the Epstein situation being one of them — we’re being made to stand still long enough to look at ourselves again. Not individually this time, but collectively. As a nation.
