Most mornings I’m walking before dawn. In the dark, headlamp on, worried more about a deer colliding with me out of panic than anything. When it’s daylight, I’m looking ahead, down the road.

When it’s dark, the headlamp doesn’t go that far. Just a few feet in front of me. So I’m looking down, making sure the way just ahead is clear.

We learn best when times are hard. In those moments when we can’t see the tunnel’s end. When we start to wonder if it ends at all.

They tell us to hold our head up. Not bad advice. But doesn’t work when it’s dark out. Just because I can’t see the end doesn’t mean it’s not there. So I switch the light on. Get my head down. And get moving.