As many of you know, it has been a rather difficult time for me, but the love and support of everyone has helped me arrive at an “okay” place. Except in one area—the news. I wake up feeling relatively calm, and then I make the mistake of turning on the TV and very different feelings fill my mind and heart.
What are those feelings? Depending on the day, they are too often anger and despair. Now I’m not an angry person. You have to push me pretty far to make me truly angry. Mainly because feeling angry makes me unhappy. And I seldom have feelings of despair. Sadness, of course, worry bordering on fear, yes. But despair—not that often and not for that long.
I refuse to believe that this is the “new normal,” but neither is it the “old normal.” I see people on TV exhibiting hatred, unkindness, lack of civility, etc. Apparently these people have always been out there. I just never had to see them. I certainly never had to interact with them.
I was raised in a loving family, surrounded by caring people. They didn’t always agree on things, but they treated one another with respect. The men in my family were honorable and protective. Believe it or not, I don’t remember hearing a cuss word growing up. I’m sure they were muttered when I wasn’t around, but those words weren’t spoken in front of women or children.
By now, I’m sure you are thinking that I’m hopelessly old-fashioned. That’s all right with me if it means caring for others, helping others and not upsetting others, even if I don’t agree with them.
So what do I do after I turn off the TV and the news? I focus on family, friends, and gratitude for the blessings in my life.
And I remind myself that “this too will pass” and hopefully lead to a better world if we work together in a civil, thoughtful way.
But Lordy, Lordy (as we say in the south when we can’t think of anything else to say).