Post-election Feelings

I didn’t vote for Donald Trump. I feel like I want to declare this to the world. Not that it matters of course. He’s in and that’s that. And I’m going to be honest when I say I’m agitated and annoyed by all the demonstrations, the flag burning and protests. He’s in because half of the people who were willing to come out and vote, well they voted for him.

I won’t protest him, but I didn’t vote for him either.

Where I’m at right now is choosing hope. I’m choosing to believe, until I’m given evidence to the contrary, that perhaps he’ll rise to the challenge. Maybe this man who was elected to lead our country, well maybe he’ll figure out how to do that. Up until now he’s been a caricature of a human being — brash, rude, unkind, downright scary. I didn’t choose this, this doesn’t represent my beliefs or what I want in a political candidate.

And that hurts. Because I have people I really love who are scared and frustrated and hurting at the results of this election. A lot of our country is upset, scared that rights will be taken away, scared about what the future holds. A lot of bad stuff was said about a lot of people.

The worst part of all of this is how I’m lumped in with a group of Trump-supporters who come across as uncaring, unfeeling, rude, brash and unkind. I don’t want to be associated with this group. I don’t want to be a part of joking about a wall being built (it won’t be built). I don’t want to be a part of telling people to go back where they came from.

I want to be a part of a political group that loves people — that is pro-life, ALL LIFE, that cares for the poor, that cares for the businessman, that offers healthcare without it killing doctors in private practice.

Mostly, I want to be identified with people who spend their time doing good instead of putting other people down. I’m tired of the divisiveness. I’m upset that I’m lumped in with this group, but there doesn’t seem to be another place for me to go.

Ten Things

1. The reason I now blog in bullet form is I’m less overwhelmed and if I get interrupted I know exactly where to pick back up.

2. Summertime is all about being interrupted.

3. No, seriously. This epiphany came to me last night when I couldn’t figure out why I felt like my skin was about to peel off my bone structure and then it hit me: I NEVER (in this season of the year) get more than 25-30 seconds of quiet. And that’s why I have formed a zillion bad habits like watching Dr. Pimple Popper videos instead of doing anything constructive because I am almost always on the verge of starting something new like getting a drink of water for someone or heating up another round of lunch.

4. I’m NOT COMPLAINING. And also, it’s possible this was the theme of last week’s blog but I’m not using up any of my precious quiet time to double check. Is this a recurring theme? My bad.

5. The thing that actually inspired me to sit down and write in the first place is that we are leaving on vacation tomorrow and I’ve ingested enough caffeine that I’m actually on my game and getting things done. Don’t even ask what came over me because normally I attack the day before vacation with something more like trepidation and deep loathing. I always think packing is going to be SO FUN and it never is. The bigger question is not why packing isn’t fun but why I ever even entertain thoughts that it would be.

6. So here I sit eating the last shards of a chocolate bar I found in the fridge and drinking up some wine because everyone knows you can’t leave such items unattended when you go away for the week. I’m eating and drinking and waiting for the next load of laundry to switch over.

7. My friend Keri was in town yesterday and she made a joke about how she wished I wasn’t teaching because it killed my blog, me going to work full-time. It was sweet of her to still read and to care, but it got me thinking — what, exactly, killed my blog?

8. The truth is the blog was dying (and hopefully I’ve semi-resucistated it) before I entered the work force. I think the thing that killed it was my boys getting older and no longer having non-stop publishable entertainment. I still have non-stop entertainment, but most of it I can’t write about. If only my boys would blog…

9. Did you see my Instagram video? I’m finishing the last of my $2.97 vino and taking everyone’s advice — next time I’ll treat myself to the good stuff. Only $6.99 and up, from here on out.

10. Peace and LOVE.

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Never Alone: An Update

Ten Things On My Mind

1. I’m finishing up a week of filming in Boston and it’s been fun. Also very tiring and lots of hard work. I always feel funny telling people how exhausting it is (“it’s SO HARD being on a television show…”) but it is. It seems to take a lot more energy and pep than normal living, even with the six kids part of my life.

2. Yesterday when I got back to the hotel, I wandered down to Walgreens to grab some essentials (dark chocolate, sparkling water, nasal spray). There was a woman a block ahead of me with the tallest stilettos I’ve even seen, which also included some kind of platform that rendered this average size lady around seven feet tall. Of course I gained speed on her and it started feeling like that scene in Captain Phillips where the pirate boat slowly, eversoslowly, catches up to Phillips and his crew. That was me, gaining on this vertically-assisted gal, as she hobbled (with more grace than I would have predicted) down the street. I eventually passed her and I was tempted to say something like “BOOYAH! You look fashionable but who’s kicking butt in the efficiency department? THIS GAL!”

3. To which I suspect this woman would have held up her index fingers and thumbs in the shape of a W and mouthed “whatever” because she clearly isn’t dressing for practical purposes.

4. It was a short lived victory after that because I got to thinking, after I refrained from gloating and pointing to my ever-faithful Dansko sandals, how I’m at an age where I put form over fashion every single chance I get. I can think of almost no occasions where I would opt for an uncomfortable shoe over something that feels good on my feet, and I’m still at a point in family life where I need shoes that I can use to actually chase down a fast child, should life circumstances dictate. Even when I’m out without my kids I’m not convinced I won’t need to move fast and always opt for the practical, beautiful choice that is German footwear fashion.

5. Which of course leads to my next questions: how long before I’m sporting SAS orthotics and sansabelt pants? Will you stage an intervention if I turn to this option before I’m sixty? Do you promise?

6. The other thing I’ve been pondering this week is how much I don’t really love too much time to think after all. I kind of enjoy the crazy of life with kids because it forces me to take my gaze of me — and every little ache and pain and weird feely feeling in my body. Unfortunately I’m one of those people always trying to connect the dots of any physical ache and pain and as anyone with access to WebMD knows, all roads lead to death. So the less I think about myself, the better.

7. Having said that, I do indeed appreciate the opportunity to unwind and reset. It’s just that I’m not in the habit. Today I got back to the hotel much earlier than expected and found myself wanting to plan my next move, even if it involved taking a walk a few hours later. I had to remind myself it’s okay to just be. That’s not a bad thing. Having said that — I did take a walk, but I didn’t pick an exact time to leave the hotel. So who’s the party animal now?? THIS GAL.

8. I know that concept might seem foreign and even enviable. It’s nothing to complain about. It’s just different, that’s all.

9. I was just sitting here reflecting on what to write for number nine and did a step back assessment of myself. I’m sitting in a crowded hotel restaurant that seems to be filled with local professionals here for the bar’s happy hour. And I’m sitting here with my chin in my hand staring out the window pondering and hahaha! It kind of looks a little lonely. If only all these people knew how NOT lonely I am.

10. No. 9 was lame but I’m out of talking points. xo

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