Wednesday, November 09, 2016
The Day After
I stumbled through normal morning routines and wasted time staring out one window or another. I sparked up some doob to commemorate the one small consolation prize I had taken home from this election. Recreational Pot in Maine is now a done deal.
Once I had become satisfactorily baked, I decided that maybe I should at the least try to get a grip on my overwhelming sense of disappointment in yesterday's election. In times like this throughout my life, writing down how I feel can be cathartic. Then again, it sometimes backfires, leaving me angrier than before I put pen to paper. It is indeed a crap shoot. The Doob has certainly helped to keep the ape-shit angry part of me at bay.
Donald Trump will be our next president. ............
Hmm ............ There I said it. The reality is now right in front of me in black and white.
I don't have to like it, but I do have to accept it. I have to accept it if I can expect to move past this dark day and face whatever days are coming at me. Wallowing in angry despair will do nothing but make every day an angry day. There is no point to being angry when there is absolutely nothing I can do about the outcome. It is what it is.
I won't wax poetic or look for Pollyanna hiding in the shadows in my mind. There is no positive twist on what happened. There is no silver lining I can see at this point in time. I will allow my anger to churn and burn awhile and wallow in my own self pity.
At some point though I will snap out of it. I always have. Because I know that all we can do in this Life is put one foot in front of the other and try not to stumble.