The previous generation hadn’t thought so much about the future. Today, she could just feel the weight on them, their strong desire to do the best thing, even when they didn’t know what that was. They were living in an age of great anxiety. A young woman in a parlor told her she repeated the mantra We are too blessed to be depressed over and over each morning. Mother Cecilia didn’t think that seemed particularly helpful. If you were, you were.
