In a new job, in a new chapter, and feeling the need to write again. It’s not a new feeling; wanting to write feels inherently like wanting to share. Wanting to share feels inherently like wanting to connect. And so here I am.
It’s not just the new job, the new phase of life that has me here at 11pm on a work night, writing and sipping too hot soup. It’s a myriad of things all working together to make the very cells in my body buzz with the need to connect. It’s the 2 weeks in to a 10 week sentence in a walking boot on my right foot, preventing me from driving. It’s the things I skipped because I didn’t want to burden my partner with driving me or brave the snow on crutches. It’s the joy I had found in moving my body again, that I’ve now put on hold, again.
It’s the desire to purge things from my home as we hunker down for these last months of winter. It’s the desire for simple pleasures as I slowly extricate myself from certain spaces and cease spending money where I can- anything to avoid stimulating HIS economy.
It’s HIM. The orange one. The super-racist-fragile-sexist-extra-brag-docious felon. And all the hateful, spiteful, stupid shit that comes with him and his fricken followers. It’s the massive cuts to jobs in our land federal land management systems. It’s the removal of trans and women’s information from federal websites. It’s the silencing of the CDC.
Which is to say that it’s fear, grief, and anger I am feeling and that I cannot bear alone.
I won’t let this blog become another fear-mongering, depressive, lousy news, urgently… all the time space. I want to talk about the good stuff we are all doing, the wins. And I want to talk about life. I want to share. I want to connect. And I want to listen, so please don’t hesitate to respond.
Here’s to community.
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