Some days I wake up and feel as if I can take on the world. But in point of fact, I am tired, and these days the world is not a forgiving place. If you have an opinion and dare to voice it publicly, it needs sturdy roots to stand up to intense scrutiny.
I read a persuasive article yesterday that had extensive quotes purportedly by George Soros. I briefly researched the journal’s reliability but unearthed nothing in the middle, only absolute judgments, pro, and con. That seems to mirror where we are as a nation.
I retreat and wait. Many seem ready to kick ass and take names.
I do not have it in me.
I am tired of attack.
I am tired of grief.
I am worn.