I know I am not alone in the middle of the night when I wake up and grab for my phone to make sure we’re still here. I know there are so many others who share my fear and anxiety. They’re up, too. I know many I could probably text, because their minds would be spinning in the same way mine is, worrying, wondering, freaking the fuck out about what will be next.
I know that my lack of concentration on anything but what is happening in our country is diminishing my ability to enjoy all the good stuff.
I just can’t allow that.
Because it will mean that Trump not only won the election, but won too much of my attention. He’s the last person I want taking up residence in my head and yet, I can’t stop myself from ingesting too much news. Has he made me an addict? Do I need a 12-step program to get clean of his filth?
I am looking at the sunrise over the trees right now, the frozen earth on a 20 degree day, and my dog snuggled up on top of folded laundry like the star on a Christmas tree, and I think, stop the madness, girl, get hold of yourself. Today you will get clean.
But I can’t, because there is too much at stake, and if we ignore it, or try and block it out, the worst could happen (hell, it’s already happening). We all have to be watch dogs, we all have to be prison guards protecting our constitution, our rights, each other. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, and it’s never been more true–we are all we’ve got.