When I get upset, these days, I get quiet.
I didn't used to be like that. I'm trying to reverse it a little, because I know I will need to be loud, and brave -- as loud and brave as I am capable of being -- for the next four years. But I still can't really talk about November 8th; I can't do much on Twitter except retweet political commentary, instead of writing my own tweets about what's been going on in November.
I don't know. It's all a mess. I'm trying to turn my focus to offline things as far as my activism goes, which also contributes to the quiet. I have to keep up the insistence that this is not normal
on a macro scale while, for the sake of being able to keep moving forward, I work as hard as I can to return to normality on a micro scale. Still gotta get up and go to work. The cat ain't gonna feed herself.
(And work -- hah. Well. I'm writing this on a government computer on a coffee break, so talking about my feelings re: being a federal employee in what could end up being America's first kleptocracy doesn't seem wise, does it. The fact that I'm erecting those precautions already should say enough.)
Anyway. I have been quiet. I'd like to try to be a little less quiet in December, even if it's just about silly things. Maybe finding my voice again there will help me get loud again elsewhere.( So, here: have that meme where you ask me to write stuff on a certain day in December. )
Love you all. Take care of yourselves.