With the firm knowledge that the little me all the way in this tiny dot of an island, that had the audacity to take away 199 jobs meant for US citizens, have absolutely no power to alter the course of any outcome beyond the confines of my own bedroom, I put my phone away and went into a deep meditative state to find solace away from the furore on social media.
I emerged 3 minutes later irritated and distracted. The damn weather was just too hot to meditate. I'm going to make myself a drink. A stiff one. On the rocks.
30mins later, with a slight buzz and imbued with the wisdom of the ascended masters that only a good bottle of Irish's 18 years can bring, I sat at my laptop to document my plans for the future before I forget.
In short, I don't have the time to hate.
However, I have a plan in mind. Instead of wasting energy getting worked up about things beyond my control, I'm going to roll with the blows and react positively to the change. Whoever wins, there's no guarantee of a great future.
Tides will turn for some, and that is a given with a change in any establishment. Lives will change. History will be rewritten. And one other thing is for sure: You whining like a little bitch ain't gonna be worth a dime.