Sometimes I mope, even at my age, which is admittedly sad. Most times I’m able to recognize that the negative feelings have a shelf life, that they’re sometimes self-inflicted, and that I’m often my own worst enemy. I’ve never enjoyed a very high opinion of myself, though I can muster enough self-confidence to get me through a day.
What I have ongoing trouble with, and what often looms like a dark cloud and puts me in a sour mood, is my sense of where we’re heading as a species, given the current leadership at the top here in the U.S., and other places around the globe. There have been too many days of throwing up hands, looking skyward, and muttering under my breath– even when a certain narcissistic, egomaniacal man child was out of office.
Let’s just say that I often don’t like the odds of being able to recover from the damage being inflicted, which is why so many of my blog posts may sound like the ranting of an angry, glass-half-empty sad sack.
A certain “leader of the free world,” whose last name rhymes with “rump,” has long worn out his welcome, so I’m grateful for this outlet where I can get things off my chest and try to deal with a steady diet of lunacy that was foisted on us over a decade ago.
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