Not this sort of anger

I like the anger that feels like forward motion a lot more than I like the anger that feels like exhaustion and illness, to be honest.

How much of my anger at coworkers is because I know their politics?
How much exhaustion with normal kid-rearing things is because I can’t stop thinking about the news?
How much insomnia is because the world is so much more frightening?

Anyway.

Still here, still in the fight.

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