The last few days have been discouraging with broken tools (truck, Allen’s mower, Craftsman mower) and multiple competing claims on my time. To make progress, I must maintain mental discipline. On Thursday and Friday I lost the plot a bit. The horror and sadness in the wider world weighed on my heart. In the brief snatches of time between carpooling, I could not make myself weed the garden in the oppressive heat. Everything felt sad and futile.
My feed on Facebook is filled with posts from friends whose views on race, sexuality, politics, and climate change are starkly opposed to mine. This has always been true, but these days the rhetoric on both sides of the divide is charged with rage. I feel it is important to nourish connections rather than focus on differences, to understand how good people come to such different beliefs, so I have always read all opinions. Yesterday I saw a post shared by a good friend whom I have looked up to for over a decade. It began, “Barack Obama is a cop-hating terrorist.” My heart plummeted.
Today I will try to focus on small things close to home.