I have a confession to make: I’ve become a compulsive news consumer. It’s always on in my car or I’m refreshing apps on my phone midday. (Small side note, I keep two apps for news. One I consider my top source, and another that provides a different positionally.)

This week has been a difficult one for our nation world.

Lady Liberty’s demons tapped her on the shoulder. I won’t call them past demon’s, because they’re not. They live in the shadows and have latley become more emboldened to walk about.

In my compulsive news checking, I found these demons were stealing my psychic energy.

Making me wring my hands, spin my wheels.

Doctor diagnosed me with activist fatigue.

Now, I’m not saying be less informed. These demons are REAL. You can’t shrug them off or underestimate them. There’s no sand so deep you can burry your head in it.  You’re a citizen of the world. You carry the awesome social responsibility of education and empathy. You are woke.

You are also not alone in this.

Find a community

Wrap yourself up in them. Ears to bend and hands to hold. In a media news frenzy that reports daily hate, these demons can suffocate you.

Find a focus

Pick one thing you care about and give it all your love for awhile. Maybe that means volunteering. Maybe you don’t have time but you have money. Don’t waste a drop of that precious energy going to war on Facebook or Twitter, focus it like a laser beam.

Make some art

Make art that speaks to the wound in your heart. Wash yourself in that pain and release it. Make art about that bright, near blinding, dream for the future. The dream so shiny and hot you don’t want to touch it right now.

Take care of yourself

Sleep a little later.

Take a social media cleanse. Someday I’ll tell you why I don’t have a personal Facebook profile anymore.

Get outside. Someplace beautiful that makes you feel like a small piece of something massive. I went to the beach.

Move your body. Dance, run, bike, play tag with your kid, yoga, whatever.

Feed yourself. Better yet, cook something delicious and invite people over for dinner. This is my favorite Ratatouille recipe. Go pick up a baguette from Fire Island and just trust me.

Put some music on.

Here’s a Sunday playlist to get you started:

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I wonder if it remembers me.

Truth telling.

There are some things that get me every time.

In December I reread Pride and Prejudice

“Do not consider me now as an elegant female intending to plague you, but as a rational creature speaking the truth from her heart.”

Elizabeth Bennet living her 18th century #bestlife.

If Transatlanticism comes on at a party.  

There’s no blame for how our love did slowly fade / and now that it’s gone it’s like it wasn’t there at all 

Suddenly I want champagne out of a paper cup (10 points if you catch that reference) and it’s all west coast rain and clove cigarettes.

When the crowd sings louder than me.

When mod sav did a surprise cover of “99 Red Balloons” I sang less than half the song. Basically, what I mean to say is, nice “99 Red Balloons” cover Bear Tooth first Tap crowd.

That scene in The Life Aquatic When Steve Zissou comes face to face with the Jaguar Shark.

“I wonder if it remembers me.”

I cry like I dropped ice-cream on the ground.

Steve Zissou relentlessly hunts this monstrous creature motivated by revenge and recognition. When his journey ends he weeps. He realizes the effect his obsession has had on those around him.

Something our producer asked us before recording Unwilling Participants was what’s your goal? We refined our vision of what we wanted to communicate to people.

Can you define the purpose behind your art?

Is it a person or feeling? Is it recognition or money? Is it a story or statement?

If you want your art to support you, do you treat it like a business even it it’s not feeding you yet?

If you’re part of a group, is your purpose shared by the people you’re tied to?

If your goal is unclear, it’s going to be tough to know when you’ve reached it.

What’s your jaguar shark?