Thoughts While Walking My Dog
A Broken World, a Fragile Heart, and the Healing Power of a Good Dog
I found myself in a strange head space at the start of 2025. There had been an attack in New Orleans1 that left so many people dead that it really should have shaken me. But it didn’t. The biggest shock to me was the absence of any real reaction internally. I am notorious for feeling things too much. But I read the news and skipped right on past it. That damn Loki gif playing in my head as I clicked onto the Sports tab on my Apple News.
In the days after there were other news items that were tragic and heartbreaking, but still… nothing. I felt like something had finally broken inside of me after the election. Palestine. Ukraine. Las Vegas. Kentucky Police killing an innocent man in his home.2
In my mind I understood that the world was a dumpster fire. I just couldn’t bring myself to care. I said to more than one person, if the world wants to lose its fucking mind, let it. I was just so tired of caring so damn much for so damn long just to see the bad guys win so goddamn always.
Then I r…
