Grumblings of conspiracy. Whispered discussions in the hall. Certainty that the end is near.
Or maybe, that’s just anywhere that people clump in groups; where someone has to be in charge and is beholden to someone above and to many below.
Yeah. That’s it.
Just had to remind myself that this is a tiny repeating tempest and that age has no bearing on maturity.
It’s fractal, this pattern. I’m seeing it play out on the stage of American politics.
So this is a reminder to my future self:
This will pass, as it always does. Good things and bad – all are ephemeral.