So, listen gang. It's been a while since I've done a pep talk.There's none of us that are not feeling like zombies trapped in glue. The existential angst is so thick we could carve it into blocks and it would be more stable than most modern houses.
This is a trauma response. We have been hit with a fire hose of trauma so constant and so powerful that there hasn't been a second to breathe since 47 jubilantly took a crown that wasn't there.
I admit, I'm having trouble doing anything but despair, but as much as I'd like to languish, lament and lie down, (take that, live love laugh), I have to shake off the dissociative fugue and get back in the fight.
Tomorrow, I will get more garden beds started. I will marvel at the purple and pink and yellow flowers sprouting across the back yard. I will Do Something.
Join me? Tomorrow, just to spite them if nothing else, Do Something that makes you or the world better.
I believe in you. I believe in us. We can make it if we pull together.

