So you made it to 2019. We made it to 2019. 2018 was widely known as the year that would never end, but somehow will still have little over two years left of Trump unless he resigns or can actually be impeached (unlikely). But 2018 did end.
It was nice to have a break from blogging, though the lack of regular work did result in me plunging pretty deep back into the whole existential crisis thing. But that got old pretty fast and I think I came out the other side feeling pretty good.
I'm cautiously excited to see what the new progressives in the House can do and to see if losing control of that part of government finally pushes Trump over the edge. Of course, that assumes he has an edge. I'm worried that the economy will crash hard and we'll experience another recession, or as some are predicting, a full depression. The economy has to at least dip. That's just how it functions under capitalism. The question is how bad it will be. And I might have finally found enough freelance work to support myself on that alone and if I lose it because of Trump, I'm going to be monumentally pissed.
Over the break, another child died in ICE custody, and a child died during a white supremacist attack on a random black family. Also, a billion other things happened which I can barely remember right now. Like, Trump pulled our troops out of Saudi Arabia, which, good, but you know he's doing it for the wrong reasons. The worst reasons.
Some people are optimistic about 2019. I might never be optimistic again when it comes to politics, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't be if you're able. I'm just too afraid of getting burned again.
Right now, I am incredibly tired because I'm on my period and even though I wanted to start exercising today (for feeling good purposes only), I think I'm going to have to go back to bed. But that's okay. Sleep is a very basic need and if my body needs more of it right now, then that's what my body gets.
May 2019 be the year of listening to your body and treating it with love instead of hate, of being kind to yourself and cutting yourself a break sometimes, and of increasing riots against austerity.
Happy New Year.