This time we're in, this moment, this slog - right now, this is a time for sonder. 

sonder

"n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you'll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk."

- John Koenig, “Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows”

Right now, at this moment, you and I are both living our own complicated, vivid, beautiful, and scary life.  

You're not alone.  

PS - I was out yesterday sick. I'm better now - needed some rest. You were on my mind. Stay well, friend.