Today is my birthday and it is tradition that I blog, spend some time taking stock.
It’s just that there isn’t much to say that I haven’t already lamented about.
I will say this, though: when I heard about California ending its indoor mask mandate, my first reaction, to my surprise, was hope. If Cali-freaking-fornia, the progressive legislative beacon of this country was ending its mandate, then perhaps it was a sign of hope. I dared to hope.
What came swiftly after was terror, surprising no one. It got poured into the pot and swirled around until hope and terror made a gooey weird sludge that is my inner world of emotions.
And so, I move forward into what Brene Brown is calling The Great Awkward with those two primary emotions and others peppered in to taste.
But at least there’s hope.
Psychobabble 