I know politics are scary out there--we're watching a greedy evil petty tyrant hurt our neighbors and take away our rights, while the men who are supposed to hold him back are picking their noses and calling themselves holy because they've never had to make a hard choice in their lives.
I'm angry too.
But I know a lot of you are frightened and are watching your Twitter feeds and news feeds and having a hard time breathing for the fear.
Think about what you did today--I know you, so many of you who read my blog.
Did you do something to make somebody happy?
Were you kind?
Did you gather with your family? Text a friend? Forgive someone for a small slight without even letting it fester?
Did you give to charity today, sign a petition, look at a protest march and think about how it could fit into your schedule? Did you buy a gift with a whole heart? Did you dye eggs with children, whether it's your religion or not? (And Easter American style-- who actually knows or gives a shit where the traditions come from. Chocolate. That's all we care about. And deviled eggs but only if someone in your family has a really rockin' recipe.) Did you hug someone with your entire body, until you couldn't hold the stretch anymore?
Did you write something you were proud of, or read something that touched your soul?
The Dunning-Kruger effect holds that the least competent people are the ones who jump into a difficult situation because they're really too stupid to know they can't do the job--witness the entire GOP and the traitor-in-chief at the moment. Dumbest motherfuckers on the planet, so busy destroying shit they can't even get the puppet hands out of their asses while they do it.
But the people who read my blog--I've met you. I've shaken your hands or hugged you at conventions and conferences, and you've given me joy just by telling me stories of your own lives.
You're smart. You know what's important. You know what kind of world you want to live in. You take steps EVERY DAY--both the ordinary days and the frightening extraordinary ones--to make that happen.
You read romance because it gives you hope and faith and because you believe in love and kindness and giving back to the world more than you take from it.
No matter what tomorrow-- and the idiot-fuckhead-traitors jacking off to their own bombs-- brings, we know we have lived today with the most kindness, the most productivity, the most love we could possibly give to the world.
And we will do so tomorrow.
And the next day.
And all the days we are blessed with to keep doing just that.
It's who we are. It's all we can do. It's the best we can do.
And knowing that lets me breathe through the day, when I am afraid (and sick--I admit it--ZoomBoy and I have had fevers all day) and tired. Knowing that someone right now is reading a book I wrote because it gave them hope--that's why I'll keep writing tonight.
So breathe, if you can. Take a breath, and the next one, and the next one--and all the ones you're blessed with after that. You are loved. You have loved. You have worked for the best possible world you could without self-aggrandizement or hypocrisy.
Many of you have given all your talents to something that will make the world better.
Your talents, your effort, aren't in vain. Not even on scary days. You HAVE made the world better. Your kindness ALREADY matters. Nothing can change that.
Breathe. Hold your family. Keep doing good in the world.
Work for change.
Hope some more.
See you all Sunday-- we're doing a new thing for Easter this year. Let's see if it works :-)