It’s hard to believe all of the medical events that have taken place, over this past year, inside my body, which, like a Timex, is still ticking after surviving quite a few lickings. Hopefully, as stitches dissolve, the vice-like feeling around my chest will ease up, as well.
I’ve truly enjoyed watching the National Democratic Convention unfold, over this past week, as listening to strong speeches has encouraged me to believe that this nation can muster the host of strengths necessary to bring trump’s evil reign of terror to its knees. Barry and David are insistent that after having enjoyed the upbeat nature of this past week’s nationally unifying speeches, I would do well to turn off the TV so as to keep my personal mindset on a positively focused roll, which has been pumping up my spirit’s self empowered, internal capacity to heal the woundedness that has been undermining my ability to restrengthen, little by little, layer by layer, day by day, deep inside my mind and body for more than a year. And as their reasoning makes sense, my homecoming, at the end of this week, may be very well timed.
Just as I love the virtual thought of gathering and trashing as many red hats as can be found before we grab hold of a pole that will steady our virtual ride on Biden’s and Harris’s red, white and blue band wagon, I can feel our drive toward The White House picking up steam until the polls close on November 3rd, at which time trump will be sent packing in the aftermath of four straight years of insanity turning The Oval Office into a three ring circus’s side show, and now that we’ve had more than enough of that dog and pony act, let’s offer a standing ovation to the fact that once sanity reigns supreme, I’ll not be the only U.S. citizen who, finding herself healing from having had a cancerous tumor removed from her heart, knows, without a doubt, that better days lie directly ahead for one and all unless thy name rhymes with—rump!
🙋🏻♀️❤️🇺🇸Annie
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