Wash Your Hands
I can’t imagine that 2020 is the year anyone thought it was going to be. I am an optimist but even I, she of the glass half-full spirit – is weary. It’s difficult to try to stay in a good frame of mind when every bit of media is doom and gloom and when leaving your house can feel like a choice between temporary freedom and illness. I know that I have so much to be thankful for, and I am, but I am also vacillate between anxious and angry. The anxiousness feels like something I can continue to work on but the anger probably won’t ever go away. Every day I worry about this country being led by a sociopath and get sick at the idea that people are so broken that he might get to be in control of it for 4 more years. Point blank – I just don’t get it.
I haven’t fully fleshed out exactly what I’d like to do here besides the obvious but I feel good about it for the time being. I am hoping that writing will give me a bit of a space to channel all of my feeeeeelings and to share things that give me, and you, a little bit of a reprieve from this mad world. God knows we all need it.