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…