So Fragile

I don't know, it all just seems so fragile, doesn't it?

Why do I feel like I'm in a great mood one day and then the next it doesn't ever seem to end?

It's not easy living under a regime.

It's not an administration, really, with what they're trying to do, so I call it a regime.

The difference between the world when I was growing up and going to college and the world now is simple.

The world is coming to get you.

When I was a kid, we got the evening newspaper. That was our news, plus Tom Brokaw or Peter Jennings

We didn't have to hear everyone's opinions  instantly.

Maybe you had a bumper sticker, but that was about it.

There were so many Administrations where you didn't really think about who was president.

George Bush Sr? All I remember was a thousand points of light and Dan Quayle not spelling potato right.

I could turn on WBBM or whatever station and learn interesting things.

Now, there are days where I don't turn on the news at all, somewhat out of fear.

Because the current Regime wants to live in your head 24/7.

It's really all about the cruelty.

That program that so many people needs? Cut.

So I don't listen to the news some days. I don't doomscroll. The doom's going to be there tomorrow.

And I wake up with the sun and I remember about the Regime and the light dims a bit.

I resolve to control what I can control.

I run and I try to be present for my children and take care of myself.