The silence after a battle is sometimes louder than the noise during it.
For the first time in what felt like forever, nobody was chasing us. Nobody was hiding in the shadows, sending threats, or waiting for an opportunity to strike. There were no mysterious messages, no unexpected phone calls, and no deadlines counting down on my screen.
And strangely enough, that was almost the problem.
I had spent so much time preparing for the next crisis that I didn't know what to do when one didn't come.
The first week was particularly strange.
Every morning, we showed up at the foundation, greeted the staff, gathered around the conference table, and waited for something urgent to happen.
But nothing did.
There were grant applications to review, community meetings to organise, volunteers to tr
