Worrying and a Q Lunch

 

I don't know the origins of this evolutionary coding, but I'm thankful that prolonged panic is unsustainable. For about an hour this morning I was having -not an attack- but definitely an episode. As my mind ruminated on all the possible outcomes of the election, my stomach churned and my breath was shallow. Eventually the physical symptoms abated. I'm worried with every fiber of being that we're too far gone. I also wonder what it means to be progressive, as in the literal sense of the word. Voting against that man is the bare minimum; we need significant reform across every infrastructure in the country. 

Around noon, my internal emergency hatch opened up and the panic dissipated. I went to Starbucks for a Salted Mocha Frappucino and then made some jammy eggs with EBTB seasoning. It was a lunch straight out of 2016, to remind me of simpler times.