I didn’t watch Biden’s State of the Union. Every moment that he’s speaking feels like a potential landmine to me. It’s bad enough that he’s likely to say things that certain people will jump all over, but what if he says something that definitively shows he’s unfit for office? I can’t handle the stress. I don’t know how we’ll make it to November or how, if things go poorly, we’ll make it past.
But one lesson learned over the last decade, if not yet fully implemented, is that while national issues are important, my everyday focus needs to be on my own life. Dwelling on the big messes that I can’t control makes little sense when there are smaller messes all around me that I could control if I so chose. Perspective.
So what messes can I control this weekend? Quite a few. I made myself a to-do list, the first I’ve made in a while. It’s long, but everything on it is small and easily doable.