I’m not even sure what to say about the state of everything these days. I’m still in shock, for sure. I am so disappointed in my fellow citizens, choosing a madman instead of an amazingly accomplished woman. Chaos ahead when there are so many more important issues of our time.
I have removed myself from most social media. The oligarchs are strutting their stuff and I’m not interested in being a part of that. I will miss the community that we all developed the past two decades but we can do it again. I’m on Bluesky Island Icies
I have decided that when I feel like I need to babble about my life, I’ll do it here. Writing is a real struggle. It makes my brain hurt. What used to flow from my head out my fingers seems to meander around and often resolves without ever leaving my head. It’s a real change from those decades I wrote online and illustrated with so many personal photos.
But in hard times, I always want to document the mundane, the joy, the everyday. I met with a shrink after a house fire so long ago, and he gave me two pieces of advice. Cut myself some fucking slack and take a picture of something good every single day. It’s there, I just have to find it.
The carrots are up. Finally.
it does seem grim. I’m having trouble with context and understanding that this is just a small piece of a big history.
I keep remembering the photos of Germans at the beach while concentration camps were going on.
So finding joy is tricky! I hope to balance it by doing something, being a part of the resistance.
Glad to see you writing wherever you choose to. I hope it gets easier.
I am soon to do the same. What was “just” the rantings of a mad man has morphed into a whole crew that has sworn loyalty to him, not our country and constitution.
They really have blown up the foundation and I can’t even imagine what they will fill the whole with.