I feel anxious. Terrified. Nauseated. And also hopeful. Hopeful that good people will rise up and vote to restore sanity today. To stand up against hate and take back America. I remember all too clearly how much election night 2016 hurt. But I also felt great pride in witnessing firsthand a resistance take shape and grow bigger and louder every single day. Hate wins some battles, but I believe with all my heart that love always triumphs in the end.
I had zero enthusiasm on any topic, until I saw Rebecca Jo’s post on Halloween. And sure, sure Halloween was yesterday so this is old news. But my blog and Halloween is never old news, especially when I got nothing else to talk about without ranting or obsessively talking about my cat in a way that makes people uncomfortable. Just kidding. You can decide what part I’m kidding about or not. Trick or treat, my friends!
This isn’t what I planned to post today. But then again, how can you schedule a post about the proliferation of hate and carnage wrought by it? You can’t. Good people, like me (and I pray you too), don’t expect a week like the past one, where 13 people are dead simply for being black or Jewish (with many more deaths had those pipe bombs detonated). We’re not naive or Pollyannas but we believe in the goodness of people because we are good. We also expect when hate rears its ugly head for it to be an aberration and to be denounced by ALL. Not defended or even celebrated by those in power. Those who should know better. Those who do know better but spread lies or stay silent because … WHY?
I tend to dwell in the past and future, which isn’t great because too much past thinking leads to depressed thoughts (the old woulda, coulda, shoulda) and too much future thinking makes me anxious (what if XYZ happens?). Anyone who suffers from depression or anxiety knows firsthand the rabbit hole of past/present overthinking and tries to avoid it. Even knowing this (Oh, how I wish I didn’t), I still spend hours thinking about how I’d like redo or cement future events. Or play, the when “this” happens (often times magically), my life will finally be good or even great. But why can’t life be good or great now, in the midst of mayhem and darkness?
I’ve been blogging for a long time. A loooooong time. 8 years. Okay, that’s not a long time compared to some bloggers but still a long time. It actually feels like it should be longer! 😀 It’s one journey I’m grateful to have started, but over time, I have developed a few pet peeves related to visiting other blogs. And today, I’m letting them out, people. No holding back!
A little housekeeping for those who interested in my apple dessert recipe that I promised to post last Thursday: it’s coming. It’s delicious (seriously, the frosting is amazing) but … the pictures were not fabulous and I judge a recipe by how much the picture makes me drool or wanna lick the screen. Ugly food pictures make me wrinkle my nose in distaste, so I can’t imagine they tempt others either. Yes, I know this is like judging a book by its cover; sometimes it works and sometimes you get tricked! Ugly can be yummy!