Things feel scattered and disjointed everywhere. There is so much uncertainty. My friends talk about the uneasiness they feel as this year lurches forward. This post is a little disjointed, too, and yet these things I’ve written about do all go together – they are part of what comprises this start to 2025. Lives unfold with little certainty that our days will be what we’d planned, even though we like to think our plans are exactly what is going to happen.