~A Bitter Swallow~

I think I thought-vomited in my brain a little bit...

Thought-Vomit

My brain is constantly mumbling and muttering to itself. Sometimes it screams. Sometimes what it has to say is interesting enough to make note of, or is adamant enough that it must come out. I'll put that stuff here. :)
Sunday, January 1, 2023

2023: Hygge & Free Range Chickens

 

Wow... so, 2023 eh? It's been a minute since I've been here, hasn't it? Yeah, well.... get over it.

There's quite a bit that's been rolling around in my head that I wanted to write about today. I'm not quite sure yet whether this will all go into one blog, or if I will break it into two separate posts. I'm not even sure I will write about all of it here. I suppose it will depend on how much my brain vomits out through my fingertips as I sit here and contemplate all these ideas swirling in my noggin' here. 

2022 closed out on an unexpected but pleasant note. Our power went out at around 9:00am due to a vehicle accident that took down a power pole. I spent the daylight hours going through my kitchen cupboards; removing items no longer wanted, discarding expired items, and then reorganizing and rearranging everything. There is still a little bit left to do in that area, but I'm waiting on some items to arrive to make sure it will all fit how I want it to. The rest of the daylight hours I spent with my blanket and my book until I realized that food was probably something that should happen. After taking my daughter to get something to eat, browsing the store to waste time, and running into some friends I dropped her off at her boyfriend's house. I came home to a dark house with the power still very much out. So, I lit a shit-ton of candles, opened a bottle of wine, grabbed a glass and my book, and settled in on the couch under my blanket for a couple of hours. Eventually I got up and grabbed my tarot cards to do a new year's reading, which was direct but positive. The power came back on around 9:00/9:30pm, but I didn't bother going and turning the lights back on. I was quite content with where I was. After the tarot reading I returned to my book. It was a pleasantly quiet, calm way to say goodbye to 2022 and enter 2023.





It was also a brilliant entrance into the theme I chose to focus on for this year, which is hygge. For those of you who are unfamiliar:





It's a feeling that pulls at me, so I want to embrace it. I want to strive for it. So, it's what I'm going to have be my over-arching theme be.


This is also the time when we're all supposed to be making all of our grand New Year Resolutions, right? All of the good-for-us things that we are going to do this year that will change us for the better. Mmm-hmm





We all know that new year resolutions are just glorified to-do lists for like the first two weeks of January. Then they just become these big gapping black holes that cause us shame and self-loathing for the rest of the year, and then on the 1st of the next year we go "This is the year it happens! This is going to be my year!" Don't do that. Shit like 2020 happens when you do that. I mean, you don't have to think I'm talking from personal experience buuuuttt…


Over the past few years I've moved away from resolutions and more towards just trying to set more realistic goals. So instead of the big brother who you have the high expectations for (resolutions), it's the younger sibling who you still expect to do well, but you've learned a little bit from your previous experience in parenting (goals). You know- instead of boiling the binky because it touched the floor you just mopped for half a second, you stick it in your mouth and then plop it back in theirs.


Yeah, that hasn't been working all that great for me either. I kind of suck at this. LOL The scary part is- I have raised two kids to adulthood.





I'm pretty sure I've discussed this before, but I've come to realize that setting goals (or resolutions) for myself is basically like telling myself "You Have To". So I promptly turn around and do exactly NOT that. I don't know what my problem is. I have issues with authority. I don't know what to tell ya.


Then I came across this nugget yesterday while scrolling through Facebook, and bells and whistles started ringing through my head. Okay, some of that may have been from my meds being adjusted, and the fact that I hadn't eaten all day- but we aren't here to discuss that today. 


Look- I don't have to DO anything. I just have to BE. And quite frankly, all of the doing has just been exhausting. I like the idea of a year where I can just take the time off from all of that trying to do, and simply just be. It's no longer the older sibling or the younger sibling. It's pretty much just a bunch of free range chickens out doing their own thing and living their best life. Sounds pretty damn nice to me. It also sounds like it fits right nicely into my whole hygge theme.





So there you have it.  My plan for 2023:  Hygge and free range chickens.


 This year has really been a shit show.  I feel like I'm just treading water and not getting anywhere.  The sun rises and falls and I feel like no matter how hard I paddle, I'm no closer to seeing the shore. I'm wasting energy, and I'm mentally and emotionally exhausted.  So, I suppose for awhile I'm just going to float here.  I'll watch the clouds swim across the sky.  I'll watch the birds flit and dance in flight.  I'll listen to the sound of the raindrops on the water.  I'll witness the majestic fires that coat the sky as the sun rises and again as it sets.  I'll try to enjoy the beauty that surrounds me while I'm here.





This is my goal now.  I'm obviously at a point in my life where I am stuck.  I just am.  It just is what it is.  I'll continue to do the things I need to do to try and get myself above it.  But I'm sick of wallowing.  I'm tired of being in the same place, but at the same time continuing to allow myself to be awash in guilt, anger, and envy is getting me absolutely nowhere- except for maybe a little farther back as it crushes the person I am inside. 

I took a "test" over the summer while in quarantine that was about finding my "signature strengths".  I may have already posted about this-  I don't remember if I did here, or only in my handwritten journal.   In any event, my number one "strength"- regardless of what mind frame I was in when I took the test (and I took it about 4-5 different times over the past few months in various frames of mind)- was:


Appreciation of Beauty & Excellence

TRANSCENDENCE

Noticing and appreciating beauty, excellence, and/or skilled performance in various domains of life, from nature to art to mathematics to science to everyday experience.


With this in mind, I've decided I'm going to use this.  I've tried doing the gratitude journaling and all that jazz, but it felt forced and convoluted.  It wasn't working.  Instead, I'm going to approach it from another standpoint- one more in line with that "strength".  I'm going to appreciate the beauty and excellence I see around me.  I had an idea yesterday while out with my daughter.  We were waiting for my sister to arrive downtown and while sitting in the car I viewed the tails of some pampas grass set against a stormy background.  It was striking and I started taking pictures of it through the car window.  My daughter suggested that we get out and take them from outside.  We then proceeded to walk along the boardwalk, snapping photos of things we found striking, or beautiful in their own mundane way.  I joked about starting an Instagram just for all the pictures I take of things I find interesting.   She told me I should.  It dawned on me that this could be a way for me to take note and share some of those things I find beauty and excellence in.  I think I'm actually going to do it.  Because, why not?  

Another thing I've realized that I need to do is remind myself how to delay gratification.  I'm impulsive and I want the things I want now.  I need to teach myself how to have patience again.  How sometimes the wait makes it so much sweeter and meaningful when I do get it.  That it will more often provide a better quality to what it is I desire if I allow it to take time.  That it will be more beautiful and more excellent.   Patience not only for the little things-  like satisfying a sweet tooth or getting that item I want (but most likely don't need)- but also the big things, like a place of my own.  The things I have in my head and my heart and my soul that I want out of this life...  they are such strong yearnings.  Almost needs.   Property to have my gardens.  My chickens and maybe my goats and bees.  To create food and beauty and health from Nature with my own hands from my own gardens.  To live in harmony with the plants, animals, and Earth herself.  To have my solitude, but to be nearby enough for a trip to the grocery store or to market to sell my wares.  I feel this on such a deep level it's insane.  This is where I need to cultivate my patience, and work towards having this.  Creating this.  Living this.





This has caused me a bit of a conundrum.  As you'll know if you've read any of this blog previously, in order to get my debt paid and qualify for a loan for a home, I need to make more money.  I've got applications to fill out for jobs that will pay me more.  Potentially significantly more.  However-  this shift in job would not necessarily get me closer to where I want to be, and I cannot guarantee that they will make me happier.   The job I have now - I work with such great people.  I have a level of autonomy and creative license that I cannot see me having at these other jobs.  While I would like to be able to pay off my debt and afford a piece of property- at what expense does that come with if I am unable to appreciate it?  

When thinking of making a career change, what really comes to mind is a complete change.  One of going back to school and doing something more in line with my actual desires and passions.  I would like to get into a school for botany and herbalism.  I'm not sure how to go about this in my current situation though.  I still have student loans from when I was in school for pharmacy.

I've begun applying for a second job, which would not allow me time to do anything, but would allow me to get those bills paid off so that I could have some breathing room to think.  Then perhaps I could look into actual schooling.  In the meantime, I need to begin to self-teach.  Self-teaching is something I am not very good at without a hands-on approach and without accountability.  I would need to begin actually doing.  My space and finances don't make that readily accessible, but I need to figure out a way. Little steps at a time. 

 I wish this was going to be a happy post.  I'm so sick of coming on here and whining, but sometimes I just have to let the pressure out, and this is the only place I know of to do so.  

I don't feel like I can talk about this to anyone.  They are either too close, not interested, have their own issues that I don't want to add to, etc...   I really don't feel like there is anyone I can talk to anymore, and it's a really shitty feeling keeping this shit bottled inside.  I also know it's not healthy. 

Since no one reads this anyway, I feel like maybe just having this as my dumping ground will be okay.  I'm only whining to myself, right?  So, yeah.

I'm a failure.  At everything.  I'm 43 years old living in my friend's spare room.  I've overstayed my welcome, but there isn't anything I can do about it.  I cannot afford to move out.  I've done the math a million different ways.  It just doesn't work.  Now I have to start paying them rent- which is 100% understandable- but is going to just make it a million times harder.  It will cut into the amount of money I can save (I'll actually have to use the money from my savings account to pay the first installment.. happy birthday to me!), not to mention the amount I can pay towards my credit cards.  They suggested bankruptcy.  I'm only like $18,000 in the hole right now.  I need to find another way. 

I am looking into a second job.  I know that is the logical next step, but it worries me.  I'm not sure what kind of person I will become if I am always at work with zero down time.  No sleep.  It will most likely cut into any kind of regular diet.  

But see-  I'm also a failure because I can't just commit to anything like that either.  I know it's what I need to do but I so utterly don't want to.  I hate that it's something I have to consider.  I've worked so hard for so long, and have just made bad choices, put into bad situations, misdirected loyalties, etc...   I wonder if I've done anything right in my life.  I don't even think my kids actually like me.  

I'm depressed.  I'm bad depressed.  I know it.  I don't have anywhere to go with it.  I have no passions anymore.  Nothing is fun for me.  I don't care about anything.  I long for things I'll probably never have.  Everything I do turns to shit. I try and I try and I think I'm finally getting somewhere and then - sike!   Here's something new to fuck everything up- and it's your own fault. 


I don't know what to do.  I really don't know what to do.  I've journaled.  I've soul searched.  I need to find a spark again but I'm a failure- remember?  I try to push forward, but I'm fucking tired.  I just want something to actually happen that is good!  That stays good. That stays positive and forward moving.  I'm an awful human being.  I'm pretty fucking worthless right now.  

Thursday, August 13, 2020

I don't have a title for this

 Goddess... can I for once come here with good news?  Alas, no-  I am here to bitch and moan once more.  


I don't know what to do.  I'm drowning and all the planks of wood I find to drift on disintegrate beneath me before I can gain any distance.  I'm overwhelmed, and scared, and feeling like such a fucking failure that a big part of me just wants to give up.  But I can't even do that because I don't even know how to!  

I've worn out my welcome here, I'm sure.  On top of that, they are actively looking to buy, and I know it won't be long before they are packing and moving.  There will not be room for me there.  However, I'm looking at my finances and I just don't see how I could possibly afford rent prices.  Even if my daughter were to procure a job right now, she still wouldn't have had it long enough for most places to consider it.  And we still need to get her a new car.  

I'm trying really hard not to panic.  I don't know what to do.  I've already told my son that if his dad is looking to move, to make sure there is room for my daughter because I may not be able to put a roof over her head. 

How did I get so far off from stable?  How have I come this far and not have anything at all to show for it?  My life has been reduced to one (shared) room.  It's about to get worse.  I just don't see how to get myself out of this.  I don't want to move in with my mom, but it's looking like I'm going to have to.  

Both of the lenders I've tried to get to help me just won't talk to me.  Apparently I'm not worth their time to even tell they aren't interested.  Just vagueness and dismissive emails.  I've just sent a message to the lender my parents worked with.  He helped them tremendously and I'm hoping that the third time will be the charm.  If he doesn't help either, then I really don't know what to do.  

I can't even get a damn therapist right now, because everything has to be done by teleconference, and I'm not going to open up to someone over fucking Zoom.  I still haven't gotten the MRI on my arm, and it's been hurting deeper and more often again lately.  Still waiting on the prior authorization.  I emailed my doctor asking about it, and two days later still have no reply, which is odd for them.  I may just have to call tomorrow.  

I'm trying so hard to stay positive and hopeful.  To continue to try and attract good energy and good outcomes, but I keep getting kicked.  I don't know which way to go anymore.  I have no rope.  No path or road map.  


I've started re-reading The Stand by Stephen King.  For a long time I've secretly dreamt of a post-apocalyptic world.  Today it finally dawned on me that the thing I desire from it is being left alone.  Not having to worry about work or bills or anyone else.  It sounds free. There would be no one left to disappoint.  So, I've been burying myself in the book, because at least for a time I can live that life, even with it's struggles.  Of course, I've only just started it, so all of the bad shit hasn't started up yet... but still... for just a little while...

Thursday, July 9, 2020

Whatcha going to throw at me next?

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This year can seriously just go fuck itself.  There is too much happening.  Too many big, bad things.  It's wearing me down.  I'm fucking tired.  So far:

1.  I lost my home and now live in a single bedroom with my daughter.
2.  I find out that I don't make enough to qualify for a home loan that would be enough to buy anything close to what I would want.
3.  Covid-19 hits and I'm stuck in the house with a bunch of people.  I've already discussed this in a previous post or two. 
4.  The world goes insane.  America is divided more than ever.  Hate is rampant everywhere.
5.  All the things get cancelled.  I don't get to go to the family reunion to meet all my family I've never met. The programs I get excited to work on for the library get cancelled.  
6.  My daughter's car breaks and I have to spend $700 on it. 
7.  My dad dies
8.  My father-in-law dies
9.  My daughter's transmission goes out and it's probably not worth the cost to fix.  

I'm still trying to save money to put towards a home loan.  I'm trying to work on how to fix that issue of not making enough.  I'm worried about my kids not being able to find jobs or get back into school.  I'm working again and all of that time off made me realize some very core stuff about myself- that I'm not able to do anything about.  

I'm running out of steam.  I'm so close to just giving up because every time I start to feel like I'm gaining control of things again, something else blows up.   I try putting out good energy.  I try to do as many good deeds as I can.  But it's not enough.  It's never enough.  

I just want to know when I'll be in a place where I'm not having to struggle so fucking much ALL the time.  When will I be able to breathe for awhile and just be without having to constantly worry about the big shit happening around me?


Thursday, June 18, 2020

Don't Invalidate

You guys-  if someone tells you that they are struggling, don't proceed to tell them about how much more your life sucks and that you don't see why they would want to change their situation.   Remember that the grass is not always greener on the other side.  You don't know what that person might be doing to make it appear that way.  For all you know, they are spray painting it in the middle of the night so people don't ask questions.   But if they open up and tell you they are hurting, don't fucking invalidate that by saying you have it worse.   All that will do will make it so they no longer tell you the truth about how they are feeling.  


Just as things suck for you- there is always someone out there who has it worse.  That fact doesn't make your hardship any easier.  Don't judge.  Don't invalidate. 

Sunday, June 14, 2020

What Happened to the Grey Areas?

**Warning- this is a long post.  If you want to read it all I suggest you grab a coffee or tea, go to the restroom first, and get in a comfy spot.  

I've put off writing this for awhile.  Mainly because I was so overwhelmed by it all - mostly the people freaking the fuck out everywhere- that I just had to distance myself and stop reading/watching for awhile.  I un-followed almost every one and every thing on Facebook, and took it off of my phone.  This actually allowed me to really look at my thoughts and analyze them to see how I feel and where I stand on everything.  It allowed me to be intentional on where I got my information without being inundated with all the unchecked stuff being thrown around like shit does on social media.

What I want to write about here is my opinion on all of this.  Note-  I said MY opinion.  You can disagree with me all you want.  That's fine.  That's YOUR opinion.   It's okay for them to be different. I also want to point out that I say a lot of "You" "Everyone" "Our" in this. This is done in order to make it easier for me to get my thoughts down without worrying about being specific.   It is meant as a collective and not as a blanket statement.  I'm not saying any type of  "If you think <this way> than you are an idiot that should have been swallowed" or anything like that.  If you find yourself reacting to these words and taking them personal,  then maybe you need to take a step back, take a breath, and remember that this is not written toward you.    I don't even know who you are (unless you comment or tell me).  Or maybe you just need to read it another time.  Or maybe this thought-dump just isn't for you.  That's okay too.




In the beginning of March of this year I heard about this virus that was basically like a suped-up flu.  I hadn't met anyone affected by it, so like most people I figured it was just media hype.   Then I started hearing about how other countries were going into quarantine; their hospitals were overflowing, and doctors were having to make decisions about who was worth trying to save and who wasn't.   But, this is America.  That won't happen here.   

Then I started reading about how they were starting to close things down.  I read that my workplace would be closing at the end of the next week.  I went back to work on Monday, expecting to work through the week.  By the time I left my shift on Monday, we had been told we were closing by the end of the day, and that was it. Get our stuff and go home and stay there.  

But- everyone knows this story.  And everyone knows what comes next.  Absolute panic and chaos.  People went insane.  Government went insane.  Everyone and every thing was insane.  

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Do I think we needed to take precautions to slow the spread of this thing?  Yes.  I absolutely do.  Do I think they went about it the right way?  Nope.  Do I blame them?  Yes and no.   Everything about this got out of control.  Our government was watching other countries almost fall apart, and it was coming our way.  They knee-jerk reacted, and while the idea / theory behind closing everything down made a certain amount of sense, the way they did it did not.  Keeping fast food restaurants open as "essential" and allowing hoards of people into Walmart and Fred Meyer while closing down small businesses who may only have one or two people in them at a time normally was asinine.   If you are going to close down the country, then CLOSE IT DOWN.   Yes, obviously grocery stores and pharmacies  ARE essential.  We need to eat and take our life-saving medications. But even those could have been restricted in a way that allowed access without so much interaction. Instead, being told that we were basically all grounded and not allowed to go anywhere-but allowing things like big corporate stores, coffee stands, and fast food places to stay open -made us act like tween-agers and sneak out whenever we could to wherever we could.  If it was open, people flocked there.  Those businesses are not trained to deal with things like population control in their buildings.  These retail workers were suddenly expected to police how many people went into their stores and how close they got, many of whom felt that the shut down was bogus and unnecessary.. Did they do that?  Fuck no.  I don't expect them to.  That kid is like 17 years old.  He's not going to be able to stop the mob, and he probably doesn't care.  LOL  

And if they weren't going shopping and getting coffee and lunch, they were buying up all the toilet paper, sanitizer, bleach cleaners, bread yeast, and flour  and then yelling at anyone who dare go for a walk alone outside in the fresh air. 

Then you have all of the misinformation that started flying everywhere.  In typical sensational fashion, news media and other "news" outlets started reporting "information" that had been shared with them, without fact-checking it first before feeding it to the masses.   Finger pointing is happening all over.   Conspiracy theories abound.  Covid-19 was manufactured by the government and Bill Gates working in cahoots.  There really is no covid-19.  We need to wear masks.  Wearing masks is bad.  You can't touch anything or else you'll get sick.  Covid-19 isn't spread on surfaces.   You shouldn't even leave your house.  Go outside and take a walk and get fresh air.  Practice social distancing.  The only way is herd immunity so go expose yourself.  

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I think what happened is that our government saw something bad happening, had no idea how to stop it, panicked, and just reacted badly.  It's like when you are frying something on your stove and it catches on fire.  This has never happened to you before.  You've heard about this kind of thing before, and you've seen horror movies about it, but you don't know what you are actually supposed to do.  You panic, look around wildly, and grab the glass of water that is next to you because water puts out fire, right?   So you throw that on the fire, but it's a grease fire, so it only makes it worse.  Now more things are on fire. It's spreading. One of your towels that your kid made you is on fire, so you try to put that out, but the curtains and wall are on fire, and should probably be put out first.  No fire department is coming to help you, but one neighbor is yelling at you to do this, your other neighbor is telling you to do this instead, your husband is saying they are all overreacting and you need to do this, and all the telling and yelling is garbling in your panicked brain.  Eventually, as some efforts work and some don't, you get the fire under control and eventually put out.  But now your kitchen is a mess and much of it needs to be replaced.  In hindsight, you realize that if you had just put the lid on the pan, or threw some flour on it, it would have been better.  That you should have accessed where the major damage was happening instead of focusing on the littler things that maybe mean more to you, but were actually small in the bigger scheme of things.  Now that you've been through it, you can look at what went right and what went wrong, and craft a plan for the next time it might happen so that you can be better prepared and react calmly and rationally.

So, do I blame them for what went wrong?  Yes, because they are to blame.  Do I fault them for it?  No.  I think that damage control could have started sooner, but I know what it's like to be completely overwhelmed, not knowledgeable in the subject even though you are the one having to make decisions, and having all of these "experts" and "advisors" telling you conflicting information and expecting you to make the right choice.  I don't think it was solely the government's fault, but a combination of a bunch of people reacting in a panic mode.  

Then-  when everything is starting to slowly reopen-  a police officer kneels on a black man's neck, ignoring his pleas that he cannot breathe, and kills him.   Once again (understandably) the people go up in arms.  

Now with this one- I fully support BLACK LIVES MATTER.   I couldn't give an ounce of a fuck about what someone's skin color is, what gender they are or identify as, etc...  I judge people on how they treat me and others.  Period.  As far as I'm concerned-  as a human being -that is the way it should be across the board.  Unfortunately it's not.  

So now instead of panic buying of toilet paper, protests are becoming riots in the streets.  Police forces are pepper spraying kids and shoving old men onto the ground.  Businesses are being smashed and looted.  More chaos, and once again the people are divided. No one is taking responsibility and everyone is pointing fingers.  

Here's my take on all of this.  Let me first state that I am fully aware that I am a "privileged" white girl, and I will NEVER understand what it's like to be judged because of the color of my skin.  What I will say is that I know what it's like to be judged , ostracized, and even attacked because of my religion.  Not the same, but it gives me a small taste.  I'm also aware that it is something that I am able to hide in order to protect myself.  People cannot hide the color of their skin.  

I understand the BLACK LIVES MATTER movement.  I understand that it is not saying that their lives matter more than others, but that they matter JUST AS MUCH.   I saw a meme that compared the black lives matter to the rain forests.  It basically explained it as:  If I tell you that the Amazon matters and needs saving-  you don't throw at me that ALL forests matter and need saving. You understand that we cry SAVE THE AMAZON because that is what is currently in danger.  Of course all of the other forests matter, but this is the one that needs our help right now.  Same applies for black lives matter.  

Peaceful protests do not work.  Very, very rarely does a peaceful protest do shit to create needed change.  Look at how and why America even started, for fuck's sake!  So I understand that when peaceful doesn't work, then you step it up.   You have to MAKE them listen to you.  To know that you mean business and you are willing to do what it takes to not only be heard but to be listened to. 

I've watched the news for years, and I've seen the violence perpetrated against black people.  I've seen how they are automatically assumed to be more dangerous that their white counterparts.  It's disgusting to me how this is still an issue right now.    I've never had to warn my kids to make sure they don't put their hands in their pockets or to never play with a toy gun.  I've never had to worry that someone was going to see my son and automatically assume danger, and retaliate before confirming. 

Our police are supposed to "protect and serve", but there are those who are there for the power, and it's obvious.  I hear people shouting that police are also abusive towards white people... as if that excuses their behavior toward the black person   Are we supposed to believe that it's okay that George Floyd was killed over being accused of stealing $10 because a white man was also beaten by the cops the other day?   Um....  

Police brutality is a thing.  HOWEVER... I also know that most cops are good people just trying to help their community and make a living.   But it's becoming a common enough occurrence that it does really need to be scrutinized and re-looked at.  Police who abuse the system need to go.  If you are using excessive force consistently, then you're fired.  I understand things might get a little rough when it's not going smoothly, and that things happen.  DEATH should not be one of them (unless the officer's or someone else's life is actually being threatened of course).   De-escalation tactics should be one of the first things driven into an officer's arsenal.  Staying level headed in spite of horrifically chaotic situations should be another.  Being able to correctly assess threats.  Now, I know there has also been a lot of violence perpetrated out of the blue on police, so they are understandably on guard and maybe a little on edge.  But their training should include this sort of shit so that they can deal with it rationally instead of in a panic.  I'm seeing too many "accidental" shootings because the officer reacted first instead of accessing the situation rationally 

Enter the idea of defunding the police.  Now I' will admit that I don't know much about this.  From what I've read I understand that they are not talking about abolishing the police force, but redistributing funds to help bring more funds to other agencies that should be dealing with some of the issues our police and other emergency systems are having to face that are out of their area of knowledge.

If that is the case, then I am for this- but on a much larger scale.  I do believe that the police force needs to be looked at- including their union that not only allows but fights to get abusive police back on the force.  The union should be protecting those officers who see something wrong, but are afraid to speak up for fear of retaliation.  THOSE are the ones who should be being fought for.  But I think THE ENTIRE GOVERNMENT needs to be peeled apart and looked at.  Our schools are sorely underfunded.  Our mental health departments are so underfunded it's almost got to be a joke.  And the list goes on.  

So, if they want to take a look at the funding, and redistribute that to also include more mental health services to accompany the police force, then fuck yes.  Police are not trained mental health professionals and neither are prison guards.  It's a disservice to the officers and jailers, the person with the mental health issue, and the communities- to make them act as such.  Get actual mental health professionals to be a regular part of this, so we aren't treating someone who was just having a mental episode (like screaming at people because his meds got fucked up and now his schizophrenia is back) as criminals.  Treat them as patients and get them the help they need in a place that knows how to treat them-  not stuck in a prison cell.  Reassess how officers are trained, and make dealing with mental health a bigger part of the training. Have training regarding equality (in all areas) be standard.  Have partnerships in place so that the emergency services and mental health professionals actually work more hand in hand.  I don't understand why this is such a hard concept for people to understand and get behind. 


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What I do understand is that people are sick of being taxed to death for frivolous spending.  Instead of stepping back and looking at the funding given, where it is being used, whether it's being used properly, seeing where adjustments need to be made-   they just add new taxes.   

(Fair warning-  I'm about to get really ranty)


I don't care whether they are Democrat, Republican, or whatever.   Our entire governmental system has gotten completely out of control and so beyond what they were originally created for that it's disgusting.  Politicians care more about what it's going to do for their power, control, and pocketbooks before what it will do for the people.  Our Congress members sit in there for decades, getting further and further out of touch with the real world.  They get paid obnoxious amounts of money (especially when you factor in pensions and medical benefits) and most of the time they don't even do their fucking job!  They fight with each other, each "side" crying that the other one won't budge, declare a standstill, and then take a three -month paid vacation and go have cocktails with each other.  The people no longer trust their government, and that my friends is a problem. 

In my humble opinion-  we need to tear the whole fucking government system down and rebuild it from the ground up.   Term limits need to be set for every section of it.  I'm not saying a Senator cannot become President because he's already served four years in the senate.  I'm saying that they need to have limits on how long they stay in any one position. I'm not sure why our Congress can stay indefinitely while our President cannot (not that I want the President to be able to preside forever... not at all).  Where and how things are funded needs to be audited, super analyzed, and redistributed where they are needed and where it makes sense.  This should be looked at and redone every damn year.  Or at least every couple.  Things change, and the funding needs to shift as well.  In all aspects of government.  And you should not be able to vote on your own promotion and raises.  That is just ridiculous. 

I'm not saying that I would be able to do this, because I sure as fuck can't.  But there are people who can.  When the audit comes up, it needs to be done by people/companies who are in no way associated with or compensated by any governmental agency outside of the work they are doing at that moment.  Nor should the compensation be so outrageous that they are being "bought off".  I also think it should be done by more than one.  

I don't know how the internal workings of the government and governmental agencies work, so obviously I'm not an expert.  I'm not saying that I have all the answers, but I do know that what we have right now IS NOT WORKING.  "We the People" have become so divided on so many issues that we cannot see anything other than "black" or "white" (no pun intended).  There are no grey areas anymore.  No one is willing to compromise, because we've been made to believe that compromise means that we've caved or changed our minds on "what side we are on".  It's an act of betrayal to try and listen to, understand, and (gasp) maybe even find common ground with someone whose thoughts are not the same as yours. 

I want to know what happened to the art of compromise.  What happened to actually working together for a common cause?  What happened to regular unbiased evaluation and updating as needed?  What happened to remembering that we are all individuals, with individual ideas and beliefs, and that in order to work we have to come to listen to one another, try and understand (even if we don't agree) and figure out where the common ground is so we can build from that?   What happened to being able to change your mind with new information?  What happened to being able to understand where someone else is coming from and respect that without feeling like it has to change or is a betrayal to your opinion?  Why have we gone so far that we have reverted to our grade school selves bullying each other and calling each other names because we don't know how to process emotions and problem-solve yet?  

Things are not black or white.  Not only this way or that way.  There is so much in-between.  So much where we have to overlap, come together, and make things work.  There is so much grey that needs to be seen and appreciated.   Then, we can put the color back into the world.   I don't have the answers on how that can happen.  I just know that we need to figure it out, and we need to figure it out soon.

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Friday, May 29, 2020

May Sucked


I haven't written in awhile.  I have been journaling, but in a notebook instead of here.  It's sometimes more therapeutic for me to actually physically write it out. 

On Sunday, May 17th, my dad passed away.  Technically he was my step-dad, but considering he's been a more active part of my life than my "real" father was, yeah- he was my dad.  So, we'd been dealing with everything that goes along with the grief of that.  On Wednesday we were able to have him cremated.  It was one of the final steps in finding closure, and the ability to now more forward in this new reality. 

It's new reality all over, as well.  Not just moving forward with him gone, but the world itself is morphing and changing into - I don't know.  It's all so complex, and uncertain, and overwhelming. People have gone insane, and seem even more divided than ever. On top of my own personal situation I've been battling with for this past year.   It's crazy.   I don't know what is up or down or left or right anymore.   I've found myself questioning my faith, which I really need to hold onto right now.  A call with a friend helped me with that.  I find myself questioning every single thing I do.  Every choice, ever decision, every thought, every action.  Is this helping me?  Is it doing anything at all?  It seems like everything I try to do isn't working.

My happiness project has fallen by the wayside in light of this month's insanity.  I'm planning to reevaluate and start again in June.  I refuse to give up.  Even if it's not necessarily helping, it's giving me some guidance, some inner dialogue and reflection.  It's not hurting me. Of all the starts in my greenhouse, only one of  them has sprouted two stalks.  We're talking out of about twelve different plants, four of each.  After restarting them again . I don't even know.  But I keep trying.  I keep going out there and talking to them, and watering them.  Touching the soil.  Breathing the air.  Even through the feeling of failure, just the atmosphere of being in the greenhouse is calming.  I do have some other plants that I bought in there, so they help. 

On my walk this morning (which I convinced myself to do to get rid of some nervous, negative energy) I really thought about what I was feeling, and where I was feeling it.   As for the where:   my stomach, my shoulders, my chest, and my eyes for sure.  Basically everywhere.   As for the what-  I feel stuck.  Overwhelmed.  Like I'm swimming and swimming and swimming but not getting anywhere, and I'm starting to flounder again.  I'm getting tired.   I need to figure out a different tactic, and maybe a new direction.  But even that seems like something I keep doing over and over.  Eventually I will figure it out though, right?   Because out here, there are no rescue boats or helicopters.  I have to find the shore and get there myself.    There may be some pieces of wood to cling to in order to get a little rest, or other things to give guidance, but they can't swim for me. 

My head is just a mess.  I cannot focus.  I don't even remember what the reason for me starting to write this was.  It's just a jumble of chaos.  I need to figure my shit out.  I don't even know where to start anymore.


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Monday, May 11, 2020

Not today


I'm having another bad mental health day.  I am trying to break myself out of it, but I'm having an extremely difficult time, so I'm decided to lean into it instead.  

I feel like a failure.  Like everything I try to do just doesn't work out.  I'm mediocre.   I'm surrounded by such amazing, successful, confident people.   I feel lacking- everywhere. 

I'm stuck.  I'm trying and trying and trying to climb my way out.  I'm trying so many different ways to do so.  But nothing is working.  Every time I get excited about something- thinking this time it's going to work and I'm going to dig myself out of this hole...    nothing happens.  It's not necessarily that it backfires (although sometimes that is the case), but ... just nothing happens.   At some point I realize that what I thought was upward momentum was just an illusion and wishful thinking, and that I'm just stuck in the same place, going through the motions with my eyes closed making myself believe I'm actually moving.  But at some point I realize that nothing is happening.  Nothing is different.  And then I'm right back where I started from. 

I'm trying.  I really am.  I keep stepping back to analyze the situation and come up with a new plan.  It is just becoming so exhausting.  There are so many obstacles- ones I cannot overcome right now.  With time, maybe.  But it all seems so insurmountable.  

The person I am inside does not match the person I am on the outside.  I don't know how to change that.  Nothing I do is working.  

So I guess today I'm just going to sit here and feel.  Maybe if I feel long enough, I'll find a root.  Then maybe I can start digging that root up.  I'll brew it into tea or something. 

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