This week, I am indulging my misery and rage. Funny thing—I confessed that to a friend in a text, half-expecting her to diplomatically wag her finger a little and tell me I couldn’t stay there. Instead she said “rage feels so good.” Heh.
Next week, I will begin marching again.
The last time Trump was elected, I didn’t follow the news for six months. This was excellent for my mental health and day-to-day mood. Alas, it definitely feels like a luxury I can’t afford this time around.
Onward.
On Monday.