So, yeah. President Trump. I'm one of a very large number of people this morning who feel "like I was thrown into a dumpster from a moving car being driven by a giraffe high on PCP."
Sometimes, we all have that moment where we're walking through the house, in the dark, in the middle of the night, and we bang our toe against something. It hurts. And for a moment, we sit down and grab our toe, and worry that perhaps this time, it's not just sore, but maybe broken.
And maybe for a little while we wear shoes in the house, or decide that maybe we don't need that fig newton and slug of milk right from the carton in the fridge in the middle of the night. (Hey, it's my house. Don't judge.)
And we keep going.
That's the whole point of this blog. We don't start anything. We don't stop anything. We just keep doing.
There's a zen story about it that's my favorite.
This one.
Let's keep going.