In the stillness of winter, when life sleeps longer, you're able to catch a glimpse of what you've been missing while your attention was scattered everywhere else: your actual life, quietly waiting for you to come back and tend it.
That's when you realise something that changes everything: your emotional energy is finite. Every moment you spend angry about things you can't control is energy that isn't available for things you can influence. Every hour consumed by someone else's emergency is time stolen from your own purpose.
But something strange happens when you care about everything: you start to feel like you're helping with nothing. You give your energy to a dozen different emergencies and wonder why nothing in your own life feels like it's moving forward.
Every day, something new demands your attention. Another crisis that feels urgent. Another injustice that breaks your heart. Another threat that makes you worry about the future.