I’m still hopeful in a big-picture way. But feeling very constricted on a micro level today.
My frustration with politics in this country is hugely amplified by the absence of my amazing, adventurous friend. This in turn has sent me inward to a very uncomfortable place. The place that feels lonely and hopeless. It paralyzes me.
I want to talk about how wrong it all is, what we can do to fix it, then dance and sing and end the evening with outstanding sex. Not having that outlet, and the thought that this once-in-a-lifetime connection is gone forever, is making it very hard to move forward today.
So, this is a thanks to the Suburban Farmer for the reminder that this too shall pass.
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