The first three months, I was despondent.
The second three months, I was angry.
The third three months, I tried to hide.
Now in the fourth three months, I’m FIGHTING.
I firmly believe that part of the reason I developed ulcerative colitis at the ripe old age of 65, is because of the entire GOP. It’s been a process of diagnosis, and then learning about the disease, and my particular triggers, and adjustments.
But through it all, the same can be said about my political activism. I’ve been going through phases since the election nearly exactly a year ago….emotionally and physically. Most importantly, learning how to reconcile the two together without risking my health. I’m still not fully there. But I have learned things.
I’ve learned I might have to compartmentalize my political beliefs and passions. For my health, foremost. For my relationships, secondarily. Although I won’t suck wind entirely with loved ones that are on the other end of the political spectrum. It’s a learning process. But I believe the days of ‘don’t talk politics’ are dead. Trump won’t allow it. “It”, being silence. Silence is complicity.
But I have to weigh that with my health concerns. So I hit periods of ‘I just can’t’…and I retreat and rejuvenate and heal. Then I feel stronger again, and I forge back in. Wash, rinse, repeat. It’s a learning process for all of us, I suspect.
I know I can’t shut up about how evil this regime is…entirely. It would be like asking me to give up chocolate forever.
So I pace myself. I pick and choose my battles. I compartmentalize where I bring up politics, and where I don’t.
I choose to do most of my politics on Twitter. It might not be achieving much, but it feels right for me. I will try to minimize it here, because it can be divisive, and I’m tired of blogging divisiveness. That won’t mean there won’t be posts here and there on the subject, but this blog won’t revolve around politics.
So that’s where I stand today. I wonder where the fifth 3 months will take me…