Not Mine To Carry…

I’ve learned a valuable lesson in the last month or so. It is a lesson that I embarrassingly should have learned ages ago but was just too stubborn to accept. Much of my, and I’m sure many other’s depression, is from letting stuff weigh me down that is really not mine to carry.

There are dozens of stories every day about the idiocy taking place in the current Oval Office. I used to worried about it as if I could actually do something about it. I know from the first amendment that it is the responsibility of the press to carry the reporting load and I salute them for doing it so well in spite of all the trash-talk lies about them being “enemies of us people”.

For the last couple of weeks, I have basically ignored all news about the extreme narcissist in the Oval Office. I know from personal experience that if you really want to diss a narcissist the thing to do it to pretend he doesn’t exist. His whole life is about bringing attention to himself.

I still see the headlines about this guy in my daily feeds but I have not once in that period of time clicked beyond the headlines. He is no longer in my life, at least until I see something about the “i” word.

I have been a political junkie for 50+ years so it is just too hard to skip that topic entirely. I will continue to read and talk about the other branch who’s role it is to be the checks and balances for the executive branch. Of course with the current leadership in the Senate stalemate is almost guaranteed but at least the House will once again be trying to do their job. If and only if the GOP Senators grow a backbone and seek another leader will they be able to do the same. But that is a story for next Monday’s political post…

In 2019 I will work hard to shed of the feeling that I need to carry dead weight of other’s incompetence. It is simply not mine to carry.