There’s No Undo Button For Our Fallen Democracy

Since then, I’ve been recalibrating and grieving. Feeling angry — furious, really. Fighting resignation. Trying not to fall prey to doomerism and subsequently spreading it to others. (This post is perhaps an exception, but I believe, as Cottom does, in being “honest and clear” when times call for it.)

This is how I’ve been feeling. So much anger.

Instead of biking, I’ve thrown myself into work, soccer, and spending time with the kids. Something to distract me from everything else. Something that’s going to become a little harder once the kids go off to school in a little over a month.

Coping strategies are always welcome.