And I will note as well, and recall, all my own histrionics about this. All my worries, my guesses, my fears, my hopes.
There is a book called The Confidence Course which I read perhaps twenty years ago, when I was still in Sales and constantly trying to pump myself up for work I am really not a natural for. Salespeople need to be on the golf course, not having anxiety dreams about abandoning the study of Sanskrit.
Be that as it may, what I recall as his first lesson is to keep a record of your worries for a week or more. Write them down, as many as you can remember. Will you make the mortgage, is somebody conspiring against you at work, will that prospect go with someone else, is that mild health thing vastly worse than it seems. Etc.
Then–you know where this is going–you pull that list out a month or two down the road, and compare reality to worry. What I think all of us find is that most of the time–the overwhelming bulk of the time–most of what we worry about does not come to pass, and even when it does, it’s usually not as bad as we feared. It’s easy to fear a shot. But they don’t really hurt that much, or that long.
So this whole thing ended up the right way. The story had a happy ending. And that ending may lead to further erosion of support for the DemoMedia complex, more support for Trump, and perhaps in 2020 we might get some real leadership in Congress.