As soon as a tragedy hits and is smattered across the news and social media, I can hear it. Like a swarm of locusts, I can almost make out the individual tap tap tapping of keyboards and smartphones as people near and far offer their “thoughts and prayers.” I can almost see them too: sitting back in their chairs and feeling a small sense of accomplishment, smiling a little at their kindheartedness. They have proven they fall into the “good human” category. They have done something.
Except they haven’t.
I am all for sending positive vibes out into the universe, especially when negativity is so rampant. I believe that being kind and positive can make an actual difference. Spreading kindness makes people feel good. It has a contagious effect and spreads from person to person, brightening each link in the chain and creating a happier community.
But do you know what else is important? Action. And your thoughts and prayers? They don’t do much in terms of action.
I don’t think I know one real, live person that I’ve met in the flesh who has made a resolution this year. I mean, I know plenty of people on the internet who are talking about resolutions, but did you make one?
For the last couple of years, I’ve taken a different approach to the whole resolutions thing. Instead of picking something that I know I’ll almost immediately feel like a complete failure about (see: quit sugar, lose twenty pounds, stop multitasking everything into oblivion), I’ve been choosing a word to make the theme of my year.
A theme is way less daunting than a resolution, which feels like a promise you can’t dare break—even if maybe you changed your mind about it because something came up that is infinitely more important. Resolutions are just too much freaking pressure. A theme is something I can handle.
I’m not going to lie to you. This election has jarred me. I have so many feelings that I’m not sure what to do with. If you’re already rolling your eyes and wishing I’d accept things, move on, and stop whining, you might want to skip this post. I won’t be mad at you and I hope you won’t be mad at me. Because sometimes I need to sort out my feelings in the best way I know how: writing them down.
There are so many feelings swirling around my unsettled guts that I honestly don’t even know where to start.
It’s been awfully quiet around here. I just realized yesterday that I never made an official announcement as to why. I’ve mentioned it in the newsletter and on Facebook and Instagram, but I never published a post here about what I’ve been up to.
You may have noticed that a lot of my content this past summer focused on local adventures with my girls. These sorts of posts made it easy for me to work while spending the majority of my time hanging out with my two favorite mini humans. While that was great for me and for my family, it wasn’t exactly great for this website.
My readers are sprinkled all over the world and many of them continue to check back because they enjoy reading honest, humorous posts about motherhood. They don’t particularly care about the hidden gems in my neighborhood, unless I’m mentioning them while discussing something far more universally relatable.
Still, I like writing about our adventures and I like supporting local businesses. And local people reached out to tell me they liked reading about it. So, I decided to do what all totally sane, not already crazy busy and overwhelmed people decide to do: run another website.
For the first time, my ten year old is really interested in the presidential election. She’s asking more questions, trying to figure out how everything works, and she’s been begging to watch a debate to see and understand things for herself. This girl has always been a sponge, so it comes as no surprise that she wants to soak things up for herself. But this time, it makes me so sad. I usually encourage her to go out and ask questions and find out as much information as she can. I cannot do that with good conscience in this election.
I couldn’t let her watch the debate because I was terrified of what she would hear.