Reset

This past few months (maybe even years) have been reset after reset after reset for me. I don't at all have to stretch my imagination to find poetic parallels between this spring season, moving apartments, turbulence at work, or the landslide evacuation of a neo-fascist regime from the helm of a captured state. Over and over, I've been finding myself dealing with the proverbial emotional rollercoaster. For many such events, I tend to have to force myself to look at the positives, as it doesn't come naturally to me. The election not being one where I had to do that, of course, which rather left me in a state of –liberating, for a change– disbelief more than anything else. 16 years of blatant, ugly lies, and the intentional destruction of democratic institutions along with our collective mental wellbeing, have done their toll on me as well. In those years I had to learn to become an optimist; as a sheer survival tactic more than any sort of principle. And now here I am, facing good…