So here it is—the most important election of our lifetime, and I’m SURE we’re going to win—🇺🇸until I get scared, again—I mean, seriously—He built Mexico’s wall around The White House, he threatens governors who refuse to heel, and his thugs are harassing Biden supporters on the open road—Geez!
On the other hand—
So many more millions are with us, today, than was true four years ago, before the worst bitter herb in the history of The USA gave us countless reasons to back up our opinions with votes!
With pearls adorning my person in celebration of freedoms won thanks to RBG’s unflagging support for women’s rights ... please stay safe and be well, dear friends, as we unite while awaiting results with bated breath!
🙋🏻♀️❤️🇺🇸✨💫🌟
While my lifelong friend, Susan and I were discussing book clubs, I texted that, in addition to her good fortune concerning enjoying 30 years of leadership’s book choices, I believe my bias against many of my book club’s selections is based in the fact that at the first hint of poking the bear (which in my case relates to my subconscious need to suppress so much as even one left over hint of PTSD, which refuses to consider reading a book related to child abuse or rape or mental torture or enslavement or slayings of any kind, referencing man, woman and child’s inhumanity toward humankind‘s naked vulnerabilities.)
Interestingly, that fearful attitude was not true of me during my twenties, when my library first began to overflow with hard bound books concerning every one of those genres—as if the dark side of my subconscious was electing to carve out ‘safe’ passage for my psyche to recreate my existential path by diving into the darkened depths of my personal history, which slowly uncovered itself, layer upon layer, over many years in which I’d felt compelled to employ one therapist after another, all of whom had played a significant role in leading my psyche toward loosening its hold onto the tiger’s tail in exchange for opening my eyes to acknowledge lifelong intuitive need to develop the host of inner strengths necessary to muster the humility and courage to set my childlike, teddy bear visualizations aside so as to identify the true tiger, staring at me—eye-to-eye from within my very own mirror—which had, ever since my baby sister’s unexpected, sudden death, chastised me for being such a bad little girl, whose naughtiness made everyone I loved so desperately unhappy that I no longer deserved to be loved by anyone unless my smile served to fulfill everyone’s every need, spoken or not, without fail—whew—heavy load of undeserved guilt for a really good little girl to bear behind my ever-ready-to-please-sparkling smile—which upon reflection, made a cliche of me until EMDR therapy encouraged every portion of my brain to work together as a whole so as to decode my inner life complexities, thus freeing my current self image to grow ever more emotionally mature as my expansive capacity to embrace insight based leaps of faith challenged my intelligence to acknowledge sound reason to accept and love both sides of me, which make up my adult psyche’s newly emboldened, healthy, self-motivated, whole/some determination to achieve heartfelt goals, which had previously seemed beyond my imperfect reach. In short, my voice has become ever more unafraid to stand up to authority, head held high, while clearly stating that which I feel and think I need.
Once today’s intuitive train of thought began to tunnel out of my subconscious as though all on its own, shining its spotlight upon an inter-related string of insights that has no doubt served to soothe my spirit‘s raw stomach ache, which had irritated my digestive tract over these last tension tightening days—I came to see personal need to remind myself to regain a sense of inner calm over the duration of these next few weeks—or months until trump and his offspring plus Jerrod (like his father like son) are, hopefully, garbed in orange jumpsuits, designed by Ivanka, behind bars, manufactured in the USA. And having had my say for today, it’s back to CNN for positively focused me, who, thank goodness, remains highly addicted to—this hope: During the aftermath of our four year tumble into trump’s tantruming tweets, 24/7, the best is yet to come with Biden at the helm.
Having made it through heart/lung surgeries, a day apart, I’ll not fall apart while awaiting Presidential Election results—ditto for US Senate races, as well.
And on that note, tis time to turn on CNN ... Annie🙋🏻♀️❤️🇺🇸
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