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.