my anxiety levels are pretty high today…. which is true of this day for the past 8 years.
I like the idea a whole lot about a national day of service. a lot. we should use our memories and fears and suffering as a wedge, a lever, a hammer to make the world a better place.
ummm…. I would love to go out and do something. volunteer. I’m letting myself cry and feel things and have a moment/hour/15 minutes of umm… crying and remembering.
I love my country. I love my president. (anyone thinking of Kennedy and "ich bin ein Berliner"?)
we are all New Yorkers today. I am a newyorker – was for 6 years. was there when it happened.
just, ummm… crying now.
I will um… yeah.