Hungover. That’s truly how it felt this morning when I woke up.
I told myself not to watch the debates since my mind will never be changed, but I couldn’t help myself when I turned it on. And then, I couldn’t look away once the train rolled off the tracks (immediately). I was sick to my stomach the whole time.
What’s going to happen to our country? What has already happened? It feels like we are being ripped apart at our seams, and I no longer feel secure in my own country. For the first time in my life I feel like we are truly at a turning point and about to be in some real danger. I never imagined this for us. This all seems like a bizarre dream that we can’t seem to wake up from.
I couldn’t sleep last night after the shitshow. I was amped up on sheer exasperation and fear.
How do you stand up in front of your country, the country you are supposed to be leading and not condemn a TERRORIST GROUP?! And in fact, call them to action??! That’s blatant terrorism.
How do you stand up in front of your country and not have a plan for a pandemic that has killed a million people in the world, most of them from YOUR country?!
How do you stand up in front of your country and play into that from the other side? I wish we’d heard better, stronger words of reply than, “will you shut up, man?”
And how do you allow all of that to happen as the moderator of the debate?
I want to vomit and cry at the same time. This can’t be happening and yet…this is 2020.
And this morning I couldn’t drag myself out of bed. I just couldn’t do it. My alarm kept going off and I just kept pressing the snooze button and pulling the comforter up to my chin until I was already late.
I should be excited for this gorgeous day and all of the opportunities. Hell, I even have a lunch date today (RAD to follow). There’s so much to be done, yet I want to curl up in a ball and just snooze-button the next year away.
I need to get rolling. I have to finish a 2021 plan for my licensing project and it just seems almost futile, doesn’t it? Like, what do we have to look forward to anyway? Still, life goes on and we have to make something of it, so off I go…
Hungover as hell,
GS
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