Sunday, December 18, 2016

The Five Stages...

I finished a short story. This is the first story I've written (started and completed) since the vile one won the election.

I might be emerging from the depression stage. MAYBE.

Whether it's a good story or not, meh -- I'm still deep enough in the depression stage that everything looks terrible. But it's a competent story, and it's finished. I'll take that.

The trouble with leaving depression is that I'm supposed to move onto the acceptance. And frankly, yeah, I don't see how to do that. Accept Trump as our president? What are you, nuts?


nicoleandmaggie said...

Accept that this horrible improbable irrational thing has happened and it is time to fight, I think. At least, that's what has happened to me (after a huge binge romance novel reading). I have really taken to heart the Serenity prayer: Accept what I cannot change, and change what I can.

And I think my voice may be worth a little more in this red state I live in than it would in a secure blue state. Maybe I'll make a difference, especially if I can get other people to do the same.

Also, I think it's probably a good thing to stay on anger for a while longer...

delagar said...

I like that shirt!

Anger and getting to work. I can do that.

Fie upon this quiet life! said...

I saw a sign online recently that spoke to me. It said, "I am no longer accepting the things I cannot change. I am changing the things I cannot accept." I like that better than the serenity prayer, personally, even if we can't individually make Trump not our president. But the sign I saw online was a battle cry to me, and I will do my part.

I also read something in Nietzsche recently that said (paraphrasing) that liberals are most powerful when they are out of government and fighting against the opposition. Nietzsche often gives me hope, which is antithetical to what most would think, I suppose, but true.