THREE posts in one month? I don't even know who I am anymore, y'all.
Wait, yes I do. It's almost everybodygoddamnelse I (we) have to wonder about anymore! All politics, national-, global-, and work- aside? GOOD LORD. Y'ALL. THIS WEEK IN MY LIFE.
It included such highlights as Baby's First Seizure, constant rational AND irrational panic for three days, and such gems as "it's a GOOD thing my dad is dead!" Also now with a bonus series of hate crimes I will not discuss with The Innernet and, as a cherry on top of the shit sundae, "look I know it goes against your beliefs but don't, repeat, DO NOT check any box other than 'white' for four years. Please? You're no longer technically white so you can't register as a Muslim."
Be that as it may, there always (but especially lately) is someone whose life is RIGHT NOW more exquisitely painful than one's own. And therefore I am going on a roadtrip. Before they joined the Stalky Collective someone was once very kind to me when I was at my very lowest. While that person later went down a dark path, at the time they allowed me to spend time in-patient after a minor procedure gone awry without fear for my babies. Wherever her heart went afterward, someone came and lent her mama-heart to my children and home while I could not, and I am going on an adventure to walk my talk for a bit and pay that selfless act forward for a couple of days.
January in the service industry is truly the cruelest month, and right now...I need to run away from my life (with my husband and oldest child's blessing) and be kind.
Join me? In uncertain times our chances to be kind may be limited, I don't know! I RT'd Lindsey Graham, reached out in friendship to a Muslim while another Muslim perpetrated a crime against me personally, and I'm about to go voluntarily try to feed and entertain three children under ten? L...lawyers are saving us all one bite at a time? This may be end times, friends.
How do you want to be remembered?
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