I have  been feeling cranky lately.

Not furious. Just low-grade irritated at… everything. Politics. Prices. People who walk too slowly or talk too loudly. It’s like the whole world conspired to test my last nerve.

Every headline feels like a prank such as the East Wing of the White House being torn down on a whim!

Politicians are auditioning for Dancing Around the Question. And social media? A constant loop of outrage and avocado toast.

But honestly, being cranky is not the worst thing. It is honest, the emotional equivalent of black coffee…bitter, bold, and unfiltered. It’s how you know you still care. If you didn’t, you would stop rolling your eyes and just scroll past.

So yes, I am cranky. But, it is a hopeful kind of cranky. The kind that means I still expect better from the world, from people, from mornings that start without WiFi and the dream fulfilled of living on an abandoned beach.

Now, if you will excuse me, I am going to make another cup of coffee and yell at the news in peace.