It turns out that the results of the mid-term elections are not my personal responsibility, and the earth maintains the ability to travel around the sun without the loving attention of my guiding hand.
I can not determine the behavior of others through the application of focused worrying or resentment.
Life may be a lot like groping your way down a dark hallway at times, but that doesn’t mean I have to run headlong until I crash into a wall. I can use my other senses, like the common one.
Too much will always be too much, even if I say “I got it.”
Not enough will never be enough, even when I say “that’s ok, I’m fine.”
If you break your arm do not eat all the pills they give you, pain is all right, it is there for a reason.
I’m back now.