Finding My Way
It’s been beautiful in my neck of the woods. I’ve been able to do at least a little yard work for the last six days, and it’s doing wonderful things for my head. I feel better.
SO much better.
I’ve managed to find a few more writers to follow here on Medium, too. People who aren’t in panic mode. People who aren’t preparing for World War III.
And, it’s funny. Some of the people I am following now, I know have been considered trolls by others. I don’t always agree with everything they write, of course, but their honesty and willingness to consider a different perspective sets them apart in my eyes.
Imagine enjoying a holiday, or a book, or even a moment without obsessing over the President’s every move.
Those are the people I can relate to, and those are the ones who keep me here.
The gloom and doom (and bias!) was stifling, but I believe I’m finding my way back.