I think there’s kind of a feeling or thought form that we’re drawing on, that we’re waiting for the good ol’ days to come back. That this is going to end somehow… maybe… hopefully… When’s the end? Is it gonna be the end of the summer? Or maybe in the fall? We operate in the seasons… that maybe it’s going to stop.
I think maybe not. I think we have to adjust our sights a little bit to realize that there is no end, there is only this journey.