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I Can’t Handle Murder Hornets Right Now…

It’s 2020, y’all and I have to say I am over it. I was already super on edge because of this whole ‘Rona thing, but now… now I find out there are giant hornets just hanging out ready to kill?

Dude, no. I reject this reality, and you can’t make me accept it.

This whole murder hornet sub-plot is not for me. If I am being honest, I was ready to check out on reality after last week’s distance learning assignment from my teenager’s dance class where we had to choreograph a broadway number as a family.

Dance is not for me.

Or my husband.

This is all just a bit much. You know how they say, “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger?” Or at least that’s what Kelly Clarkson says anyway.

Well, I am not so sure about all of that. I think there is a breaking point for most of us, and I wonder if we aren’t all getting there.

I know that there’s a lot worse things to be that stuck in your house bored. I know that I should be grateful for all that I have. I get that. I do. And I say it to myself over and over again.

But still, there is just a lot going on right now, and not a lot of it is good.

I am lucky. You are lucky. We are lucky.

Right? I mean, if we just say we are lucky then we will eventually start to believe it, won’t we?

I think, in a time like this, that might be the most and least comforting thought of all. That we have the actual ability to change the way we fee about something, and all we have to do is sort of think it into existence.

So, happy thoughts. Happy thoughts to you, happy thoughts to me.

But those murder hornets? No. Nope.