I have written and discarded two posts so far this weekend. My thoughts on the current events in the United States are taking some time to put into words.
My emotions have gone the distance. Starting with disbelief, then What the Actual F, and then numbness.
I keep trying to remember there is good in the world.
Of course, there is still good and I have reason to be grateful. I am healthy. I am married to the love of my life, and I didn’t have to cancel out his vote. My lovely home will be even more beautiful once our home improvement project is finished. Our precious kitties make us smile every day. I am currently watching the NFL play its last international game in Germany and I get to watch my beloved Vikings play later today.
I am also in my late 50s, white, straight, and child-free. The ongoing threat to a woman’s right to choose and contraception will not affect me. I wouldn’t be deported and my right to be married/love who I chose will be challenged. Climate change, deemed a hoax by too many on the right, will not affect us as personally as those younger and who have children/grandchildren.
I am curious how his supporters will justify/rationalize mining in the Boundary Waters if it comes to pass. Camping in the wilderness ranks right down there with a root canal for me, so visiting the BWCA has never been on my to-do list. But this is just wrong.
Hubby has been reminding me that much of the likely awfulness upcoming from an apparent need for change in the country will not personally affect us. But that doesn’t make it okay.
The decision on Tuesday was closely watched and will have far-reaching effects around the entire world.
I was saddened by the results eight years ago. There was an unknown then and a hope that things might be quite what I expected. I am no longer that naive.