I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.
The Litany Against Fear
From Dune by Frank Herbert
Last night I was telling myself some powerful stories. I know I wasn’t the only one. I believed what I was telling myself and acting as if every single detail of that story was true. Maybe it was. Maybe it wasn’t. So I’m trying to recalibrate my stress level and bring it down to somewhat normal levels.
It’s all so unknown at this point. I wouldn’t even presume to try to predict someone who seems to pride himself on being unpredictable. It’s the unknown and unpredictable that are so frightening about this story. Everything could continue fairly normally with rhe checks and balances which are in place to prevent someone going “power mad,” or he could burn the whole thing down to the ground if he chooses as soon as he is inaugurated in January. I can’t control it at all.
I controlled my vote. I voted. That was just about all I can do except to control my reaction to whatever happens. I will not give up on building a life that matters to me. I’ve come too far to lose it now.