Adios November. You were an incredibly surreal month and I’m not sad to see you in my rearview mirror. And that makes me a bit mad because I love November. It signals the start of the holiday season, and I adore Thanksgiving with all its food, food and more food. But yeah … that happened and my joy dimmed and fear and anger crept in.
3 Myths About Hate and How We Rise Above It
Disbelief. Confusion. Helpless. Scared. Worried. Anger. Despair. All emotions I felt last Tuesday evening. My body ached in a way I had not felt since the height of my depression. Feeling helpless, I went to bed to hide, to pretend a little bit longer. But I tossed and turned all night, continually waking Max to talk and weep. The poor cat just wanted to sleep. As did I, but that simple comfort alluded me that night.
I Will Not Kneel to Hate. I Will Stand Tall.
Wow. Yeah, that happened. I kept thinking (praying) that when the sun rose Wednesday morning, Ashton Kutcher would announce the world’s largest punk ever. We’d laugh, shake our fist at him and breath a huge sigh of relief. But we weren’t punk’d. This wasn’t a dream. Or a test. This was real, scary real. I hurt so much right now. My original post for today seemed trite. And wrong. I wanted to stay in bed and weep for the world. But lying there, with my cat, Max, pressed against me, I realized my silence only helps hate continue to win.