Optimism, in front of a non-denominational, non-profit community coffee house. Unfortunately, I don’t believe it. Not only do I not believe it, I am not sure it is all that helpful right now. But that is because I continue to be angry.
My word for the year is SHOULD: it is an insidious, neither here-nor-there sort of word, it commits you to nothing. I should work on my anger.
On Carnival Barker’s inauguration day, I cleared dog poop along the trail. Now, I do trail cleanup pretty much every day (my personal — if tiny — commitment to the environment), but it seemed especially appropriate that day. It also seemed like there were even more piles than usual. As I said, inauguration day. And for a couple of hours, I did something more useful to me than inadequate messages of optimism: I worked on my anger.