Or…
Maybe things are not as bad as it’s been made out. Maybe your end-of-the-world suspicions are, thankfully, not grounded. Maybe, while the pundits ginned you up to get your advertising dollars, many of your friends have moved up in the last 4 years: Buying houses, and paying off debt; having kids and getting new jobs. Maybe, after countless years of war, we are winding down our efforts, while the terrorist cowards who shook our foundation over ten years ago, are assuredly dying one by one.
Maybe the economy is in fact recovering, based primarily on… well…economic data (the boring stuff that can’t easily be manipulated into soundbites). Maybe the stock market has nearly doubled in the last 4 years. Maybe you look outside and notice that the sun still came up, that your friends of all stripes will still invite you over for dinner, and that Big Gulps are still available just about everywhere but Manhattan.
So stop worrying so much, grinding your teeth and furrowing your brow at fears that may in fact be mirage. It’s ungrounded and unfounded; unhelpful and unhealthy. Stop banging your head against the wall you’re yelling at. Instead, slowly make your way to the center, and dance with the rest of us.
We’re waiting.
