I am in no condition to write an inspiring blog post today.
I am filled with hate and rage.
But because I possess the super-power of metacognition and can be aware of my thought processes as I have them, I’ll muzzle myself now and wait until I can talk without spittle collecting in the corners of my mouth.
Metacognition: 1. Regret: 0.
I have read and listened to a few things in the last 24 hours that have helped.
This poem by Joy Harjo about the symbolism of kitchen tables was posted by my friend Zee Zahava on her Facebook feed on Wednesday morning as part of her Poem of the Day series. This poem broke me out of the cold sweat of my election fever dream and brought me back to tables, food, and community.
The first 15 minutes of Rachel Maddow’s post-election analysis podcast. The whole thing is good, but I really needed this reframe, and her urging that we all need to become pirates now made me smile.
For the first time. Since Tuesday night.
And this Instagram post by Aaron Lovins, who spoke soulfully into the camera with soft music playing underneath, made me feel nostalgic for that time, long ago, on Monday, when I was still in my own Do Not Disturb era.
Today, I feel I’m drunk driving at ninety miles an hour into my Caution: Flammable era.
Here’s a transcript his post:
She’s done.
Done with all the drama, done with all the nonsense.
She’s not angry or upset,
She’s just ready to start protecting her peace.
It’s not about her being cold or distant,
It’s about understanding her worth and refusing to settle for anything less.
She’s learned that not every battle coming her way deserves her energy.
And she’s done explaining herself to people,
who were never really listening to begin with.
If something doesn’t bring value to her life or lift her up in any way,
she’s walking away without a second thought.
She’s officially in her Do Not Disturb era, where her time is precious and her boundaries are non-negotiable.
There’s no room for fake friends, broken promises, or anything that drains her.
She’s not burning bridges out of spite; she’s just building new ones that lead to the places she truly belongs.
If she seems distant, it’s not because she’s lost.
It’s because she’s finally found herself.
Aaron Lovins @ officialaaronlovins on Instagram
Aww, sweet. But it’s not where I’m at now. I am angry and upset. I want to protect my peace, yes, but I also want to disturb yours.
And it just might be about being cold and distant, because I’m tired of trying to pretend I understand your perspective if you voted for Trump.
Like I said, I might be entering my Caution: Flammable Era.
Wear fire-retardant clothing if you’re around me and you voted for Trump.
Inspiration Location 