It’s a new day, and way too many of us still feel super disoriented. After “What the heck?!” or other synonyms for “heck,” we many of us are turning to “What to do?” Or just plain doing, in multiple directions, every day, with a nagging sense of disorientation. Herewith I offer the best answer I can muster under the circumstances, in two parts: What to do? Part 1: Macro, today; and What to do? Part 2: Micro, tomorrow.
[Spoiler alert: 1. Digest the fact, and then find a way to cultivate protracted intolerance that we are indeed in circumstances which are not normal, and which require of us the exceptional. 2. Act, as close to daily as you can, in ways you know you act best, and trust that we are many, and that self-care must always come before burn out, because we need all of us to stay in this for the long haul.]
Now to the macro: it feels nearly impossible to digest this wombat (picture it whole, in our bellies, and we’re shocked snakes with a big lump in our middles, “Don’t tread on me” tattooed somewheres on our skins). I, like so many of you, initially wondered, after the Trump/Pence installation: “It couldn’t be as bad as our worst nightmares, could it?”