Fifty years from now, this year’s big drama will be one sentence in a family story. Decide what sentence you want.

Whatever is consuming you right now will shrink, not because it does not matter but because time compresses everything into a short version. The part that survives is almost never who was right. It is how you behaved while it was going on.

Picture the short version being told by somebody who likes you, and ask whether this week fits it. If it does not, you still have time to change how it ends.