Sometimes after elections I feel elated. Sometimes I feel like I’m face-down in mud, desperately searching for air bubbles. And then there are the times I feel suspended between joy and heartbreak.
That’s where I am this week. Some election results are in line with my thinking, others not so much. And that’s tricky. I am just the type of person to wake the morning after elections in either a Winner mood or a Loser mood. Certainly some of that has to do with childish feelings of wanting my votes to be echoed by others, of wanting to feel right in some way. Of wanting to belong. But there’s more to it than that. I, like many of you, often feel that I know best. That if only people would get their heads out of their own asses, well, what a wonderful world this would be.
Don’t think I kid myself here. I know my head is often securely wedged up my ass and that my opinions can be self-serving. I own my flawed nature. That doesn’t stop me from being human, but I am at least occasionally aware. Occasionally.
It is far too easy and simple to break down our world into Winners and Losers. To pout and vow an uncooperative nature. To swear on all that is holy that we shall never support the other side (whatever that means). But to tell the truth, I can’t drown in that sort of thinking because it just doesn’t suit me. Like it or not, we freaks are all in this together. And I’m too much of a glass-half-full kind of gal to wallow – for too long. Instead, I choose to stand and dust myself off. I have a life to live. And in living this life, I want to make a positive impact. I want to affect effect good in this world. I want to leave joyful energy in my wake.
I am Mikki Brisk. And I definitely approve this message.