On Politics: Why I Choose To Be Aware And Not Consumed By It

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Life just hasn’t been the same since November 8, 2016.

I cringe when I think of how I allowed my emotions to get the best of me because the outcome I hoped for wasn’t achieved.

I still remember the daily Facebook rants and the old friends who dismissed themselves from my page when it got too heated.

Fear of the unknown brought out ugly discourse, which sparked a change in me that wasn’t necessarily for the better.

I was becoming a finger-pointing know-it-all though I, admittedly, only started caring about politics once the reality of Obama leaving office became more prevalent. Basically, I was a kicking and screaming toddler who was dealing with a strong bout of separation anxiety.

I miss the calm of having a stable President.

From winter 2016 up until last fall, I stayed on The Hill’s website and kept my TV locked into MSNBC until I completely burned out.

I’m still burned out.

I’m not quite apathetic, but I’m starting to care less and less about 45’s ceaseless White House scandals and the incessant policy reversals — and the crazy thing is, I’m in the news business.

Everyone is expecting me to jump up and down every time a new cabinet member departs the White House Temp Agency, and I’m like … eh.

Don’t get me wrong, I love what I do. But what I do must remain apart of me and not become all of me.

I realize it’s my job to care, but I only allow myself to care on the surface. I’m human and I have that right. I can’t take 45’s tweets home with me because then I’ll never get any sleep and the only show I allow myself to watch on MSNBC these days is “AM Joy” because #BlackGirlMagic.

The only person I allow to engage me in conversations about Trump is my mother. She calls me at least twice a week just to stew about something he did or said.

So, I’ve officially entered the stage of “wading this thing out.”

I know about the things I have to pay attention to (i.e. tax reform) and have prepared myself for whatever storms may come. I have a whole child, all these bills to pay, and too many other things to worry about.

Feel free to let 45 drive you crazy, but as for me and my mental health — I’m good on that.

*Takes political cape off and hangs it in the closet until 2020.

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