I’ve not been myself since the election. Probably only rested a few hours during the election night. Did get some restful sleep last night but still feel out-of-sorts. Mostly, I’m confused, confused as to what is happening. Perhaps, my California bubble burst and I realize there’s a big bad world out there.
A world of opposites, a world of conflict, and a world of hate. That sounds awful and I don’t want it to be true. At the same time, I know that anger is often born by sadness. Both of these emotions are hard to overcome. I know that personally. And typically, I drink to escape. Too much alcohol, adding to my tired and wired head.
Tuesday afternoon, driven by a nervous constitution, I started to put figures on a new painting I have underway. Yes, that helps. Immersing myself in the act of measuring out the composition and the relations sent me into another, more healthy, escape. I am lucky that way to know what’s good for me (and what is not so good for me).
I have my outlets. For dealing with life’s complications, although, they don’t always work. I refer you to my blog A Letter
Nevertheless, the outcome of the election has pinched me awake, has pulled me out of my comfort zone, has angered me, has saddened me, and perhaps, that’s a good thing. I like to believe that, going forward.