By the time you read this, we’ll have endured the nail-biting finale to this godforsaken thing we’ve unfortunately had to call Election 2016.
I – like many of you, I am sure – am watching the results roll in with a semi-permanent, blushing, wide-eyed emoji face… which, to be fair, would have been my face regardless of the results. We have endured months plagued with scandal and hateful, divisive rhetoric; to say that many of us feel like we’ve been stuck between a rock and a hard place throughout this whole year would be a serious understatement.
But as we enter this new era of… whatever we shall call it, I can’t help but wonder:
Traveling does funny things to one’s state of mind. There’s something mystifying and oddly profound about stepping out of the daily grind and into a new place. More often than not, I feel as though each new place I visit adds a rich layer of perspective to my overall view of the world, and of life.
I had the good fortune of infusing a little bit of that disruption into my daily grind on a recent trip back east this weekend. After visiting Virginia for my cousin’s wedding, I took a mini detour to stop in Washington, D.C., before hopping on my flight back to California. And after just a few hours in the city, I quickly realized that what I’d be taking away from my brief time there would be much more than just a few glimpses of national monuments.
I’m back stateside now, and have been for almost a week… but boy, am I still jet lagged. If it’s not physical, it is most definitely mental and emotional jet lag I’m experiencing right now: I’ve lost all concept of time, space, hunger, and American social mores – particularly those involving the ability to plan ahead and the art of crossing the street safely in Los Angeles (you mean the cars won’t always weave around me if I run into the street? Just kidding… kind of). And as a result, I’ve procrastinated in writing my weekly blog post, waiting until hours before it’s supposed to go live to sit down and write it. I apologize.
In this highly vulnerable, hot mess of a physical/mental/emotional state, I’ve decided to turn the tables a bit, get a little introspective, and share my own personal New Year’s resolutions instead of create another how-to guide. I’ve been creating how-to’s for the past couple of weeks, and now I think it’s about time to shake things up.