Local control-- vote!

Were we happier when we were not so connected to world events? Misery in real time, doom-scrolling, the screaming and groaning headlines...it wears on the soul. 

It's entirely too easy to "wail, for the world's wrong" these days. It's really hard to find any joy; I suspect it is because of our constant diet of disaster. Not that we can turtle up and ignore it all-- unfortunately, much of the horrible stuff will and does affect us on some level. 

Sometimes I wish we just did not know. Know all of it, to be honest. I tend to get too invested, and feel things far too deeply, to maintain any sense of proportion. Rotten politics, world climate disasters, children suffering, rampant stupidity and hate and anger and... it's exhausting. 

Right now, it's dark outside, thanks to the hour change. And it's snowing, yet again, rather heavily and I have to slush my way to the town municipal building and vote. And I will vote; it's the least I can do to try to push back against the local ugliness. Likely, the loudest voices will win their contests, and the saner, rational folks will just have to grit their teeth and put up with the mess. But maybe a few good things will come of it. Local issues are at least something we have some general control over, and we can make a difference. My vote may be hollering into a rain barrel, but I will holler. 

The rest of this global mess, I will have to process one madness at a time.

Be safe,

C