It may not be #Inktober, but what the heck, I actually draw all the time, just not daily. And since I loosened up this year about sharing the sketches, I might as well post it.
You’ll notice I drew this on 11/02 but it’s getting a blog post on 11/03. That’s because I wanted to post it, but I’d written already for 11/02 to give Disney terrific advice about remaking Galaxy’s Edge right now to capitalize on the success of The Mandalorian. There was one other reason, too.
I shared this picture on this platform today because I wanted you to have something that had nothing to do with politics creep across your view. I started this drawing with no plan, and it’s pretty interesting I wound up where I did.
I wonder what corner of my brain had him hiding there. But wherever it is, it’s the same place that made me unplug on 11/03 as soon as work was done.
Every four years, I “go dark” online when the results of a presidential election are being breathlessly reported by dimwitted news anchors in bright studios. I took the day after the election off in 2016, as a matter of fact. I worked in DC in a highly-charged political environment and, despite occasionally wearing a “Libertarian” hat to work each day to dare people to try to convert me, I just didn’t want to deal with it either way.
As a result, those two days for me were wonderful and restful. I was able to unplug and process my thoughts on things on my own terms. No one could blare their emotional reactions at me when I wouldn’t let them in my ears.
The press exists to excite your adrenal glands and turn that into rapt attention. Everyone from Wolf Blitzer to Sean Hannity, from Rachel Maddow to your local anchor, just want you to pay attention. They will use whatever means to make that happen.
Drama will be manufactured. Commentary will be repeated and analysis will be realigned with “facts on the ground.” People lower on the food chain of News Inc. will furrow their brow, stare into the camera, and interview someone for 20 seconds before they go to B-roll. Hell, this year, they might even cover some…city campfire events.
But I’ve always unplugged on election night. Once I vote, there’s nothing I can do. It is what it is. Watching obsessively, or updating social media feeds, or having some tangential connection regurgitate vitriol all over my phone screen does nothing to change anything, except possibly to get me agitated.
I don’t share how I vote, because temporal politics are temporary. There’s a bigger prize on which I’m focused that this world cannot give me. I will do my part to make the part of the world where I live the best I can. Outside of that, I have to understand what I can control in each moment.
Attempting to control the uncontrollable is not a healthy path. My heart belongs to a king that no one on this earth can replace. I will continue to trust Him above all others and act as He has taught. That, I can control.
After all, we’ve only got a limited time. Choose your moments as best you can and understand it will be over before you ever want it to be.
The usual disclaimer applies as always. If you like it, that’s great. If you don’t, that’s OK too. I’m just staying in the habit of sharing things.