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Yesterday I called both my U.S. Senators (Cruz and Cornyn) and left them voicemails urging them to take action to stop fascist Nazi Elon Musk’s illegal private takeover of the government. It is a fascist coup, and those in charge (all Republicans) are just letting it happen. I cannot express in words how horrified I am about this unfolding situation. I also called my U.S. House Representative (Democrat Julie Johnson, who replaced Colin Allred when he ran for senator) and spoke directly with someone in her office and said the same thing.
Y’all know how much I dislike talking on the phone, but this is WAAAAAY too serious for me not to try. For all the good it will do. Yet I shall keep on calling and emailing about this issue and too many others to count.
And I sent emails to Texas governor Greg Abbott and lieutenant governor Dan Patrick expressing my extreme displeasure with this horrendous school voucher legislation they’re trying to pass, which will even further underfund public schools. I also emailed my state representatives urging them to vote against it.
I’m also utterly horrified about the dismantling of LGBTQ+ and trans rights and protections, marriage equality, and any program that even dares to mention women or BIPOC. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.
And because if I continue think constantly about the deliberate and systematic dismantling of the government, social programs, protections, and safety nets that is currently happening I will COMPLETELY lose my shit, I am now turning to other topics.
JOY. I refuse to lose it. It is what will keep me going as we navigate the insanity that is coming at us in tidal waves. I said this in a previous post, but I think it bears repeating (and I need to try to remember this when I begin to spiral):
The best thing about being in my 50s is that I have far fewer fucks to give about stupid shit. I’m getting old. I am not guaranteed a tomorrow, ever. Each day that I wake up on the right side of the dirt is a gift. Some days are easy, many are not. The world is unstable, U.S. politics are terrifying, and the future looks bleak in a number of ways.
But I endeavor to find something every day that makes me grateful to be alive. Even little things like having an iced coffee, feeling the sun and wind on my skin, hearing my 16 year old laugh, realizing that I don’t ever have to wear a dress again if I don’t want to.
Actually, ESPECIALLY the little things. They’re enough.
So here are a few things that have brought me little moments of joy over the past week.
According to Jamie, because I wear a lot of black and white striped shirts, I am part of the Addams family. He said I am Monday Addams, the less-loved older sister of Wednesday. This pleases me to no end.
