I have four posts in drafts that I can’t bring myself to publish.
Like many of you, this election has me wound up, unwound, locked up, flayed open, anxious anxious anxious. I didn’t really realize until yesterday how bad it’s been, which is itself a symptom of how bad it’s been because I’m kinda boss at the self-awareness in recent years. Out of necessity.
So it was startling to me to tally all the evidence that I’m struggling to hold myself together right now. Continue reading