The closest thing I have to a resolution this year is resolving not to obsess about this guy.
Sure, he’s been impeached for running a Sopranos-style extortion racket against the president of Ukraine. He nearly started a war with Iran in an attempt to distract the media from his impeachment proceedings. And he’s essentially painted a target on the back of my youngest son, who happens to have been born in Guatemala, and all other brown-skinned citizens, through racist policies, words and deeds that he and white nationalist sidekick Stephen Miller have concocted.
But I’m not here to rant about Trump or try to change your mind about him if you somehow manage to like what he does.
I’ll let the Universe take care of that. My motto this year is, go with the flow. The laws of karma apply to everyone, and the Universe is in charge of the timing. When November rolls around, we’ll all head for the voting booth and do our thing. Whatever happens is what was supposed to happen.
And, like Forest Gump, that’s all I have to say about that.