September 14, 2018

Our Worst One.

We elected our worst human to the most important position we have. Every day feels like slogging, grinding, tremulous balancing act between being informed and going crazy. The more informed I am, the crazier I feel. I'm madly searching for comfort, like a kitty clawing at a slipping table cloth, clinging to the thing that will keep me from falling onto the ground. But in that metaphor, being informed IS THE TABLE CLOTH. You see.

It's so depressing. Because there's so much work to do. (here are some things we can do.)

But the thing that's killing me a little is: life has always been this precious and things worth fighting for have always been worth fighting for. I just didn't realize it because we didn't have our worst human in the White House. So I've wasted a lot of time.
I'm a home body from way back. Early in our relationship, my husband asked if I thought our 11-year age difference would be a problem because I'd want to go out more than him. You know. Because he was older. HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

"Nope." He looked at me incredulously.

"You'll see." I said.
I'm madly searching for comfort and home is a little bit of that comfort. Friends in my home. Pictures of travel and life experiences that I can see up on my walls. Soft sqhishy landing spots in my home. Thriving plants around my home. Even though it's not even CLOSE to the most important thing, it helps a little. What's helping you?

1 comment:

  1. So glad to see your blog again! Thanks for visiting mine and I'm so like you with the whole activity thing. Sometimes I feel guilty because I listen to my coworkers talking about all the stuff they do like boating and going to ballgames, and parties...well, I'm so much a homebody and being out in my yard or taking the dog for walks or just enjoying a movie at home with my hubby makes me happy. I have a high stress job and being able to decompress sure helps me. Have a good weekend!


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