9.28.24
Right now, I am trying hard to remind myself of what that dude said in that incredible art he made above.
I am trying to remind myself that even though I’m a week into 42, I still have plenty of time left in my life to find someone to love who will love me and treat me the way I deserve to be treated.
It has been twenty days since I’ve last seen, heard, or touched the man I wanted to marry, and although I feel like I’m doing relatively okay, I still miss him. I miss his smile, his smell, his laugh, and the way all of him fit into all of me, among a million other little things.
I am really going to miss holding his hand.
But I can’t let this break up break me.
I have to stay on my feet and keep moving forward toward the life I want to have.
I want to read more, I want to write more fiction, I want to drink more good beer – especially the festbiers in season right now! (Yes, Oktoberfest is in September!)
I want to be healthier – physically, mentally, and emotionally.
I want to move forward, not backward.
Right now, the world is a dumpster fire, and I want to live in a world where my president is a woman and a minority.
(Plus, I have an old sweatshirt that boasts “MY PRESIDENT IS BLACK” and it would be cool to wear it again).
We all have a lot of work to do, and our work starts with VOTING FOR KAMALA HARRIS on Tuesday, November 5th, 2024 – go to vote.gov to find out if you’re registered and where to find your local polling station.
Right now, I am grateful that I wake up every day and get to go to work in a place where you never know if you’ll come across a T-Rex for no reason at all.
I love my job, I am blessed and lucky to have found it, and even more so that I’ve fit in so well with the other employees and volunteers.
Right now, my day job is actually my biggest source of joy.
That’s okay, for now.
Right now, I can only approach my road from one direction between the hours of 9 pm and 5 am, because I kind of live in the epicenter of my state’s biggest stretch of I-95 reconstruction.
Next week, my on-ramp will close, and I’ll have to drive an extra few minutes around town to be able to begin my trek to said job that I love.
This whole thing is like living around the M25 as described in Good Omens:
The thousands of motorists who daily fume their way around its serpentine lengths have the same effect as water on a prayer wheel, grinding out an endless fog of low.. grade evil to pollute the metaphysical atmosphere for scores of miles around.
All of this to say –
Things aren’t great right now, but they’re not the worst they’ve ever been.
Inspired by: nownownow.com