What do you Need Today?

This morning I did myself a disservice and hopped on Twitter. I wanted to see what everyone is doing. Turns out, I have a lot of feelings, and Twitter doesn’t help me parse through them in a healthy way. Good reminder.

Last night I listened to NPR on my way home and was disappointed to find that there wasn’t some sort of dramatic live coverage.

We can become addicted to the drama. As someone who grew up in an abusive home, and whose foundational relationships were built on the drama, the release of a future goal, the forgiveness and build up of tension and the big fight, I am well aware of my tendency to want things stirred up.

So today I’m reminding myself: I don’t need a clean slate. There’s no such thing. Or, there is, but there’s no erasing the past. I’m not a chalkboard. My scars are etched into my skin and psyche. These past four years have changed me. They’ve changed us. They’ve resulted in lost lives and separated families; but so has America, in general.

I’m losing my focus, thou…