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One Day at a Time
Today isn’t yesterday. Tomorrow won’t be today. One day at a time.
When I was younger, I was super high-strung. It didn’t take a lot for me to get out-of-sorts. And my temper? Yeah, there were numerous walls and doors over the years I put a fist or foot into in anger. I know I wrecked a whole bunch of my cordless phones by throwing them in my 20s.
During my 30s, following the nearly crippling accident that made me part titanium, I calmed a lot. I stopped being so tightly wound, found my center. I laid the groundwork for who I would become over the next decade-and-a-half.
Now, in my late 40s, I tend to maintain calm. I haven’t punched a wall in 15 years or more. No matter what I have faced I’ve maintained an overall calm, Zen, optimistic demeanor. I work on living one day at a time.
My faith in humanity has been rattled. I knew that the results of the election were not likely to be clear today. But to see that it is this close speaks volumes.
I live in the Northeast. And the briefest glimpse at the electorate map shows me that the divide between us in this nation is much greater than I imagined.
The support for a selfish, narcissistic, clearly unwell liar being this strong saddens me. It not only makes me question my faith in humanity — but my…
