Hey, y'all, it's been a week.

Hear me when I say, it's been a week.

Hear me in my best tough love mama voice when I say, y'all, it has only been a week. Hear me in my best tough love mama voice when I say, y'all, it has only been a week.

We got four more years of this.

So we're going to have to buck up, okay?

Put on our big kid pants and move forward.

I'm not saying to be over it.

Hell, I'm not over it.

And not being over it, frankly,

is good fuel to the fire. But there's a difference between being over it and crashing out.

I know how tempting it is to doomscroll every single night before you go to bed and then dream

about all of the doom or have nightmares rather and then wake up and do it all over again before you go to bed and then dream about all of the doom or have nightmares rather and then

wake up and do it all over again before you even put your feet on the floor and your slippers in

the morning. I understand how tempting it is to want to keep up with every single headline

and send all of those headlines to your loved ones with whom you have these conversations.

I understand that it is very, very tempting to want to scream into the void, pull your hair out, and light everything

around you on fire. Trust me, I get it. I'm eight months pregnant. Do you think in all these hormones?

I don't get it. I do.

But what I also know to be true is that shock and awe is the strategy. So we're going to have to

stop and be still for long enough to stop being shocked and start getting strategic.

The crashouts aren't helping you, friend.

Doing what you know adds to your anxiety and fear, that's not healthy, boo.

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