Tomorrow someone that I abhor and stands for everything I despise — racism, xenophobia, sexism, homophobia, greed and bullying — is going to become our President. In my lowest moments, I feel sick, frightened and hopeless. My anxiety levels are off the charts given my gloomy view of the future. And yet … I keep marching forward because I am not a quitter. Silence or bowing down are not options for me, so I will fight instead.
From the sun-kissed palm trees of Beverly Hills to the snow-capped Rocky Mountains to the blaring horns of New York City to the windy city of Chicago … I have a dream. From the barren deserts of New Mexico to the fields of corn in Kentucky to the coffee aficionados of Seattle to the cotton fields of Virginia … I have a dream. A simple dream that I believe in with my heart and soul, just as Martin Luther King, Jr. believed in his dream.
Confession time: I couldn’t decide what to post today. Ideas percolated in my crazy brain but none appealed to me at this moment. I felt a little lazy and not in the mood or even capable of writing something grand in scope. My post needed to be positive because I also felt grumpy (think January 20) and nothing cheers me up more than books. But I already showed you my books from December, then I remembered Erin’s 6.0 Reading Challenge started this month. Post dilemma solved! Yay for books! Yay for Erin for hosting!
My book reading fell a bit off the wagon in December. The holidays take priority but with plenty of of airport/flight time, I checked out six e-books from my library in anticipation of lots of reading. And I read … none. Zip. Zero. Nada. I started one book but returned it unfinished (not a DNF book though). I also caught a cold during Christmas and spent more time sleeping than reading. Oh well. It’s not a competition. Right?
I’m baaaaaaaack. And I’m already in need of another break. 😀 It’s weird how sometimes a break absolutely recharges you, while other times you need a vacation from your vacation. My blogging mojo was fine going into my holiday but somewhere along the way … perhaps over Colorado … I seem to have lost it a bit. Ruh-oh.
I softly croon to my favorite books from 2016. And I will: Always love you. I will carry you, dear favorite books, as lovingly as Kevin Costner carried the late, great Whitney Houston from danger. And to those who have no idea what I’m talking about … it’s called The Bodyguard. Rent it. And shut up. 😀 Not only is December special because Santa comes to visit, but we also have two Show Us Your Books Link-ups!
Man, I can’t believe we’re counting down the final days of 2016. And let’s be honest — it’s a good and bad thing. It was a surreal year and I am not sorry to leave behind 2016. At the same time, I’m not super thrilled to usher in 2017 for obvious reasons, but I also refuse to crawl into a hole and hide. Or not live a happy life. After all, that is the American way.