This is not an election post. A fissure has formed, and it’s bursting at the seams with our unhappiness. We are redirecting that unhappiness to places where it doesn’t belong, and we are normalizing things that should never be normal. It’s frightening, but this was always there. It just took an election to bring the misery to a head. We have to deal with it.
My heart hurts. Hate, intolerance, ignorance, disrespect, and apathy are stronger than ever. I don’t understand it, and I can’t say I’m surprised. I’m not. We have always had a problem with how we treat each other; how we treat others that are different; how women are treated. We have been hiding it. We are hurting, and I have had enough.
I am tired of all of it. I can’t pretend everything is fine. Everything is definitely not fine.
What can I do? You can treat others with love and kindness. You can support those in need, in whatever capacity you are able. I can’t tell you what to do. I can only share what I choose.
I choose to create love. I choose to be positive, help others, and treat others as I would want to be treated; with kindness, love, compassion, and empathy. I choose to use my creative outlet (because it’s better than therapy for me) to do good. I choose to use my privilege to give back as much as I can. I don’t have a plan yet, but I have to do something. I choose action.
While I’m figuring out my next actions, I’m going to create baby steps. I can spread happiness through my interactions with others and through my crochet art… craftivism if you will. Creative self care got me through this election, and I’m going to keep nurturing my heart by continuing. If I keep my cup filled, I’ll be able to help others more easily. I’m also going to use it to help others. It all has to start with baby steps.
- I spent the morning with my son, Dr. Destructo, playing board games. I usually check social media or start working, and let him do his own thing before school. He needs my attention more. I won 2 games, but he shellacked me on the 3rd game. He was smiling and happy, and I helped create that feeling for him today. Baby steps…
- We have talked more about treating others as they want to be treated with both boys these past few day. We talk about bullies and what to do if you see someone being bullied. We are teaching our boys that no means no… no matter what. We are building them up to be good men. Men who are not filled with hate, fear, a lack of an education, and (I think the most important thing) empathy for others. They are 7 and 13. I hope it sticks. Baby steps…
- I posted a video (sound on) on Election Day, after I voted. A friend of mine told me that seeing me hula hoop while crocheting made her miserable day better. It made her laugh. It made us laugh too. It’s pretty ridiculous. More baby steps…
This is what I’m choosing. I want to bring a moment of beauty into someone’s day. I want to help if I’m needed. I want to be a part of the solution. What are you choosing? What are your baby steps?