Ranting: What Keeps Me Sane in Insane Times.

Cheryl Leutjen
3 min readJan 26, 2022

A woman was ranting out in the middle of my street this morning

You may be surprised to learn that it was not me.

I sure was.

I spotted her at the bottom of our hill, waving her arms and hollering, as soon as I began my jaunty descent. The descent, I might add, is always jaunty. Funny how the ascent never is. But I digress. Again.

Late for my appointment, per usual, I was half jogging, while straining to make out her complaints….all the while wondering. . . how is this NOT ME? I’ve been feeling consumed with some pretty angry thoughts lately. In fact, the volume on my own inner rants has increased to the point I’m wondering if there’s a rave happening in there.

Not that I’ve ever been to a rave. I can’t stand loud music anymore, and I’m in bed before they start. But I was young once, and I have the tinnitus to prove it.

The cacophony of my inner ranting is now so loud that I often wonder if anyone else can hear it. Is this person in the street a projection of my own inner turmoil?

When I got closer, I realized her tirade concerned a failed love affair. I breathed a sigh of deep relief. This wasn’t my rant party. Even when I’m fuming over a million injustices, my own romantic relationship is the bedrock that keeps me grounded. And for this, I do give thanks. Daily.

I’m fortunate, I know. My family is well. We enjoy a leak-free roof over our heads. We have more food to eat (and privilege) than we should.

And still, the rave in my mind rages on, incessant judgements of Other People, the ones hellbent on desecrating all that I hold dear. Total disregard for the environment and climate that sustains life as we know it. For the rights and wisdom of all people, including women, children, elders, and persons of color. For the well-being of healthcare and essential workers.

In other words, I’m destroying my own inner peace every time I judge what The Other People are (or are not) doing.

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Cheryl Leutjen

Teetering on a tightrope between more conscientious living and eco-madness, I write about responding to the challenges of our time with heart, hope, and humor.