We’re all trying to keep it together, are we not?

How are you feeling about today?

Me? Overwhelmed. Politics, still a pain; climate change, a concept too strange…for many. Not everyone’s on the same page. I fear ending up in the same room with people with different views sometimes. For peace of mind’s sake, I’d prefer those with whom I wouldn’t have to pretend that I’m alright with a life concept other than my own.

I speak my mind too hard. And I know I’m not always right, but common sense sticks around, I like to believe, and reality checks itself all the time, in my mind. I’ve learned through time that, under the same roof, it’s better to keep the peace, that all fires should cease, any tension released if you want your day-to-day to go with ease.

But problems come with disagreements. We want to be so correct. We’re stubborn and bend no ego for anyone. I’m jealous of people who can; knowledgeable people who have been through all walks of life and have an infinite amount of learning cards that they pull out when life gets hard, and they just instantly know what to do or how to act. I love those people. They stay cool no matter what.

In this climate and rough times, though, it’s hard. We’re all just doing our best to keep it together, are we not?

I’ve felt depressed for the umpteenth time. Meditated it, manifested it, I’ve researched what the right practice for my body and brain was, and I wanted to know all the why’s, but came back with none. Grabbing a drink and a snack at the local bar was more satisfying than the therapy I din’t have. That’s what’s weird about coping; it doesn’t matter how or what, but it literally has to be done one day at a time.

We’re all trimmed by the same scissors, FYI. “I’m so different…” “I’m so unique…” — bullcrap. At the end of the day, the fascinating thing about us humans is that we’re connected by the same old stories. They seem brand new because we forget about the old ones we were just told a year ago, and the cycle goes on.

Don’t get me wrong, some people really know how to make an entrance — or an exit. But if you look closely, it’s already been done. Confetti or tears, it’s all been done.

Regardless — if there’s a way that has already been done but it helps you not to lose your marbles and keep you from dying (sorry for the morbidity), you keep at it! Life is hard enough to be improvising when it comes to sanity.