Whoa, this has been a week.
From physical illness to the emotional sickness that the current state of our country has brought to anyone with a brain and a heart, this year has already proven to be a doozy. Personally, I’m going to have to unplug from everything, and everyone, at some point, because it’s all too much. That sucks to say, but it’s ok to say, and ok to do from time to time. Making it through the work day and exercising the requirements of adulthood will constitute just about all I can handle – the rest is going to have be about escapism and distance from the reality around us.
Andy and I don’t have any children of our own, and that’s always been our deliberate choice. While I’ve wondered about it at times, I’m not sorry about it, especially when considering the world we would be leaving them. The United States is in a death spiral, especially on the world stage, and I don’t think we’ll see a time when we will be like we once were. I feel lucky to have been around when we were respected. When we were beloved. When we were celebrated.
Tonight, I feel exhaustion at caring this much about a country that is now ruled by people who clearly have issues with a person like me – and so I lean into time with Andy. I shut the door to a world unwelcoming to difference. I cut myself off from people who go along with it because they either choose not to know anything, or choose to ignore it.
Inside our home, there is warmth and love and kindness and acceptance. Comfort and safety and light. It will get us through this night, it will get us through this winter, and it will get us through this world.
