I suppose I failed spectacularly at writing every day for a year. A lot stood in my way. Honestly, writing here felt quite pointless with all that’s going on in the world. There’s so much to be angry about, so much to be picking up the phone and calling my Senators and Representatives about. Ted Cruz’s phone number is officially in my phone. So is John Cornyn’s. I’ve been calling since December and haven’t stopped since.
Honestly, the world feels turned upside down, with chaos ruling what was once a calm life. One tweet has stuck with me. It read, “My favorite part of the Obama administration was being able to sleep at night.” It made me laugh, not because it was funny, but because it was true. For at least the two weeks of 45’s administration, I woke up with the feeling of, “What fresh hell awaits us today?” Things haven’t seemed to improve since then, so I can only imagine they’ll proceed to get worse until things get better or the world implodes or worse.
Having a blog in these times is weird. Blogging has always been a hobby to me, an escape. But it feels harder to escape lately. Or maybe I just don’t want to. I found myself wanting to write about American Apparel closing down its doors and I couldn’t help but to think how pointless it all felt.
I suppose I’m writing this to ease back into things, like OK, maybe this blog could be an outlet from the real world, filled with anxiety and unrest. So I’ll try to get back to doing just that.