I seem to be doing my very own personal NaBloPoMo, may it rest in internet peace. I don’t write for weeks, and then November hits and I suddenly feel the urge to throw words against the wall. Or maybe this year it’s a way to entertain and distract myself, and maybe others along the way.
I’m struggling to do my #BestThingsToday every night. I’ve been going strong on them since I was first challenged, lo those many years ago, and rarely miss a night. Friends are doing them, friends of friends, and friends of friends of friends. They’re hard to do, but I tell my students that we can do hard things, and so I keep on keeping on. I even did a Moth-style story about doing them for a church fundraiser:
But it’s getting increasingly harder to find something good about the days. There are only so many times I can use my never-fail backup of didn’t run down the street naked and screaming. Tonight’s election results will start to trickle in roughly 2 hours from now, and it’s not an over-exaggeration for me to say I’m terrified. Frankly, I don’t know how I’m keeping my shit together. The results of the presidential election in this, Our Year of Misery 2020, will have a direct and profound impact on my family in ways previous elections never did. I’m weary, I’m burned out, I’m overwhelmed, I’m afraid, and I am tired of feeling all of the above.
Later this evening I will take a deep breath and write my #BestThingsToday. They might be little things like unseasonably warm weather and the pleasure of yoga pants when you’ve put on a solid COVID-20. But my god, I am praying that I can share the joy of a change in administration and the hope that “the arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice” maybe took a hard left towards change.
Be safe, my friends. Be well.