After watching PBS’s Woodstock (on Netflix), I was surprised at how much I liked it. I remembered this personal story I heard once about encountering the Mounted police on the way out. “I was smoking pot, I thought I was so busted” – and it was so enlightening to him that –at that moment in time- the cops really didn’t care. The concert had WON!
And I hold that attitude towards pot today. A Laissez Fair “It’s
none of my business” or “maintain” and quickly move on. I can also remember
being alive during a time where you Could go to jail for it.
Yesterday marked the Impeachment Public Offering (IPO).
Today I feel like one of those Mounted policemen at Woodstock 50 years ago.
Of Mental Health Day, I’ve been looking at myself. Hard, way too hard. Then I look back at the world… And you know what? It’s not that great. This is how I’ve kept myself moving forward lately, just by a constant mantra of “They’re not that great”. It’s been a large source of of my mental issues. I tend to give people WAY too much credit & I’m trying to stop doing it.