Sanity.

 Processing everything that has happened in the last 36+ hours (is that all???) has been  - for the lack of a better word - confusing. And exhausting. And depressing. And fricking scary. 

To me this feels like our future.

Ominous

Doom

Did I mention ominous?

Isolated

But I can't live that way. Or I will lose my mind. Although I have to admit, it will always be hiding in the way back corners of said mind. I'm not sleeping on this one. 

But I have to fill my life with nature 

and the little people in my life 

and cats 

and dogs 

and brunch and art and cocktails with friends 

and creativity 

and love 

to keep my mind sane. 

So one day at a time. Because thinking beyond that is waaaay too overwhelming. 

Namaste