After finishing a lengthy and involved project—-more on that later—-I took a mental break. Said break happened to coincide with a break from social media and a news fast. And then 2020 began to unfold... W.T.A.F??
Between getting used
to working from home, being reluctant to leave my house, wiping down groceries
and mail, peaceful protests being met with violence, and the dangerous ridiculousness
of the current administration...I've had NOTHING to say. I don't want to write,
and I'm sure no one wants to read, posts full of angst-ridden whininess and
gallows humor. And then the entire west coast burst into flame. It's just TOO
FREAKING MUCH.
A friend shared this, much of which resonates with me, especially the concept of "surge capacity," and how people fall prey to magical thinking. We're all
anxious, frightened, irritated-to-furious on a daily sliding scale, and
completely mind-numbingly exhausted. Is there hope? I believe there can be, but
the time to wait for others to act to make things better has passed. It's up to
every damned one of us to take action to affect real change.
One bright spot: art
tends to flourish in trying times. Many creatives I know are hanging onto their
sanity the only way they know how: making music, taking photographs, drawing
and painting, and writing. Will 2021 be a banner year for art? I believe it
will. And I'll have something to share in the spring. Stay tuned...
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