The Light at the End of the Tunnel
When President Biden was elected, I reflected on the last four years of banning Muslims, building walls, and separating familes:
The last four years have been difficult for me. Like everyone, I struggled through the division and the election and the pandemic and the recession and the stock market crash.
Also, I had some family problems and some financial burdens and some health concerns, and I suffered through anxiety and depression. I know that I'm not the only one.
My social media life looks like a bunch of babies and bobcats (and that is authentic) but my real life is a lot more complicated. I know that I'm not the only one.
I'm old enough to remember the 70s album, "What Were Once Vices Are Now Habits," and I've been playing "whack-a mole" with my vices, swatting them down as they reared their heads. I know that I'm not the only one.
When I worried too much, I drank.
When I drank too much, I smoked.
When I smoked too much, I ate.
When I ate too much, I ran.
When I ran too much, I napped.
(At least, I traded out my more toxic vices for my less toxic ones!!)
Today, the babies are laughing, the bobcats are running, the leaves are turning, the division is fading, the economy is healing, the stock market is rallying, and the vaccine is coming. On Twitter, someone said that he experienced his first "sleepless day" in four years, and I know just what he means. Me, too. No naps.
Kiss your spouse, love your kids, hug your babies, talk to your friends, wave to your bobcats, and whack away at your vices.
"All shall be well," as Julian of Norwich says. All shall be well.
The last four years have been difficult for me. Like everyone, I struggled through the division and the election and the pandemic and the recession and the stock market crash.
Also, I had some family problems and some financial burdens and some health concerns, and I suffered through anxiety and depression. I know that I'm not the only one.
My social media life looks like a bunch of babies and bobcats (and that is authentic) but my real life is a lot more complicated. I know that I'm not the only one.
I'm old enough to remember the 70s album, "What Were Once Vices Are Now Habits," and I've been playing "whack-a mole" with my vices, swatting them down as they reared their heads. I know that I'm not the only one.
When I worried too much, I drank.
When I drank too much, I smoked.
When I smoked too much, I ate.
When I ate too much, I ran.
When I ran too much, I napped.
(At least, I traded out my more toxic vices for my less toxic ones!!)
Today, the babies are laughing, the bobcats are running, the leaves are turning, the division is fading, the economy is healing, the stock market is rallying, and the vaccine is coming. On Twitter, someone said that he experienced his first "sleepless day" in four years, and I know just what he means. Me, too. No naps.
Kiss your spouse, love your kids, hug your babies, talk to your friends, wave to your bobcats, and whack away at your vices.
"All shall be well," as Julian of Norwich says. All shall be well.
