Love and Mercy
It's a rough day.
Today I cried several times, got a mammogram, left messages for friends, spent some time at the store, and made a playlist of sad songs. Is any of that helpful? Not really. But I can’t look at Instagram or the newspaper and I’ve already done the Wordle. Maybe you need to just listen to some tunes too. I did it all in my Miss Piggy t-shirt, which I got several compliments on today. Did it make me feel extra sad to see all the other women in their heart-on-their-sleeve t-shirts, their Hillarys and their Kamalas and their ACLUs and their Protect Trans Kids etc etc etc? It did. Sending love to you and your tender hearts today.
The playlist starts with Elliott Smith so you know I’m serious.
Love love love to all.
As someone who works for an LGBTQ+ org bag dealt with Trump 1, I am already exhausted for the fight ahead. Trying to put a brave face on for my team, while acknowledging the hardship, but oh it's going to be such a struggle and a mind-f%$k
Thank you for your words, as always.
I had to teach my women's writing circle this morning, and I thought, how am I going to do that? What am I going to say? It turns out Brian Doyle and Jane Goodall stepped in with words to help, and I was so grateful to spend two hours in a safe space with amazing women writers. I also walked with dear friends, ate a chocolate caramel brownie and latte for breakfast and, after teaching, went to a local bookstore and bought books, then headed for dinner fixings and wine. The only things I think will help me today are spending time with brilliant women, reading brilliant words, and maybe a jigsaw puzzle. And then, tomorrow, maybe, I'll figure out what to do next.