Like many people, I’ve grown weary of politics and polls and election coverage, debates and arguments over age and senility and court cases out the wazoo. It feels like we’ve been smothered by non-stop political drama for years with no respite and I’m convinced there is no end in sight. Given the current political climate of divisiveness, no matter what happens in November, protestations and appeals will bleed into 2025 and 2026 and on and on until something drastic happens that will either pull us all back together or blow us all off the face of the planet.
Depending on which channel you tune into, we are facing prospects of civil war, World War 3, or mass ascension to a 5D new Earth. I have yet to see or hear a prediction that suggests that the drama will blow over, the economy will settle, the church and the state will find themselves in their own lanes, and truth, justice, and the American way will once again prevail. We used to know precisely what that last phrase meant: telling lies got you in trouble; if you broke the law, there were consequences; and all men were created equal with the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
In know, I know. That’s all a bunch of naïve claptrap. If we pick it apart and everyone has the right to their own subjective opinion on what each and every word means, and has their own god given right to stretch the truth or, for better or worse, create their own alternative truth based on alternative facts, then we can all exist in our own little bubble worlds of self righteous indignation f/k/a bliss.
Today, I am employing my own defense against the crazy. It’s simple: I will paint and read and exercise and nap, sit by the window with a cup of tea and watch the rain, and I will pet my cats, all 12 of them. And if anything invades my comfy cave, I’ll simply put my fingers in my ears and lalalalalalalala it all away. Try it! I’m sure you could use a break.
Bongo, one of my favorite therapists.
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