Needless to say, the past few years have taken a toll on me. After the election disaster, finally, my physical health began to falter. Doctors began having the kinds of conversations with me they had never had before. Approaching forty-five, overweight and overstressed with a family history of high blood pressure and diabetes. Not smart, poet.
So I fell into a hibernation of sorts: cut down on the news, listened to more music, took longer walks, and cooked more green vegetables. I simplified my life overall while the doctor ran tests and adjusted medications.
And it’s finally starting to pay off. The past few days, I’ve been feeling better. No more pain in my joints. No more headaches. No more insomnia, mostly. No more chronic exhaustion.
I’ve returned to my old habit of reading a few newspapers every morning, but I’ve learned to let politics go for the rest of the day, until the evening news. I cook for my family a lot. I read a lot of history. I listen to a lot of music. I’ve been teaching and tutoring again, and writing.
Though the writing has been tough lately, I won’t lie. I mean, Donald Trump is the President of the United States. That actually happened, and I’m still trying to figure out what it means while bracing for what comes next.
I’ll let you know what I come up with, as I’m feeling stronger.