Health care is passed. We won. That's great.
The moment it passed, the first symptoms of post passem depression hit. Nothing seemed important, I started crying for no reason, even colors started to seem washed out. I'm wondering if I will be able to get out of bed tomorrow.
I've been whining about health care and and the right wing crazies for so long, I don't remember even remember LBTP. (Life before Tea Parties.) What do I do now? Can I regain meaning in my life?
I know, we have the Senate to worry about... but that's only a week. I've got more than a week's worth a free floating whine. There's the four gazillion bills the House has passed and the Senate hasn't, but they don't have the single minded focus of Health care. The way I feel now, I might be forced to do something that a few short days ago would have been unthinkable ... going outside on a beautiful spring day.
Maybe I should considered taking a break. Maybe not thinking about politics. Or even more radical, only thinking about things that I can actually effect in some concrete way. (I know, phone calls, but my congressman is a stanch liberal. He always votes my way anyway, and Bart Stupak won't take my calls.)
On the other hand, HCR passing is a natural break as they say in the Tour de France. Or perhaps a natural whine break. They might say that in France too. It gives me a chance for a new start. Perhaps I'll start obsessively meditating, or napping. Or obsessively being non-obsessive. Yeah, that's the ticket.