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and so I took my pen in hand
Jan. 8th, 2018 07:10 pmIt's been too long since I've been doing life-writing. I do think it's been a great good in my life so far to have picked up the habit, in journal fandom, of regularly writing introspectively about my experiences, thoughts and feelings; and I'm going to try, I think, to get back into the habit.
Things have been heavy, which has contributed to my silence. The Republican tax bill hit both D. and I very hard; I think we're still struggling with strong feelings of despair and betrayal. I had a ripping fight with my parents on Christmas Day over the AirBnB market that's strangling our hometown, and complicity therein; got the flu that night and spent the next four days at home alone so as not to pass the contagion further. On the other side, we live real close to the "White Working Class" up here, and those relationships have been taking hard hits as well. Trying to be patient with people, support D. and trust that he'll have my back, not get defensive and prickly with him. The wild ride, I'm afraid, might just be starting, and I want very much for us to continue to have safety in our relationship with each other.
It's been very cold, and very snowy; and we didn't get good tires on the Prius before snowfall, so we're a bit limited in range. We're living in town, which means D. can walk to work and most necessities are close by; but I'm feeling hedged in by people all around, and no way to get clear into wild space. We're moving in the spring.
I affirm that Donald Trump will be brought to justice; in 2018, we take the House and the Senate. I am going to keep trying to journal, and write fic, and get out for walks in the woods, because there will be life after this, and I want to be there with open eyes and heart to see it.
The Shape of Water is a hella great movie.
Things have been heavy, which has contributed to my silence. The Republican tax bill hit both D. and I very hard; I think we're still struggling with strong feelings of despair and betrayal. I had a ripping fight with my parents on Christmas Day over the AirBnB market that's strangling our hometown, and complicity therein; got the flu that night and spent the next four days at home alone so as not to pass the contagion further. On the other side, we live real close to the "White Working Class" up here, and those relationships have been taking hard hits as well. Trying to be patient with people, support D. and trust that he'll have my back, not get defensive and prickly with him. The wild ride, I'm afraid, might just be starting, and I want very much for us to continue to have safety in our relationship with each other.
It's been very cold, and very snowy; and we didn't get good tires on the Prius before snowfall, so we're a bit limited in range. We're living in town, which means D. can walk to work and most necessities are close by; but I'm feeling hedged in by people all around, and no way to get clear into wild space. We're moving in the spring.
I affirm that Donald Trump will be brought to justice; in 2018, we take the House and the Senate. I am going to keep trying to journal, and write fic, and get out for walks in the woods, because there will be life after this, and I want to be there with open eyes and heart to see it.
The Shape of Water is a hella great movie.