I'm sorry, I can't take the drama.
Politics, religion, current events, they leave me cold.
I have no tolerance. Nada. Zero. Zip.
I was thinking about it tonight, on my walk by the river with my boy Roy. I love the simple placing of one foot in front of the other.
The sound of water rushing over the dam. The breeze through the trees, the quiet, the peace.
I want an uneventful life. Simple, uncomplicated.
Like dessert tonight.
Doesn't get any simpler.
Maybe you think I shouldn't bury my head in the sand. But I am just so done with that kind of craziness.
I like to stick to my own particular brand of wacky, it is so much calmer.
Maybe it was 30 years of nursing, much of it in the Emergency Department of a community hospital, with lots of nights I prefer to forget about.
Or maybe it was 20 years of nursing in a maximum security prison, which I almost never, ever think about. I had a nightmare last month, in which I was passing meds down corridors lined with cells, and it went on and on and on.
Or maybe it was living in a household where alcohol ruled. And dysfunction was normal as can be.
No, I don't need any more distress.
I know that there is a whole bunch of insanity out there. But I can't change it. I don't fool myself that way.
I just try to live the best life I can.
Just give me a field with flowers.
A loom or two.
And that'll do me.