Nov 12, 2012

Grace in Small Things #75

I'm having one of those days. You know, one of those days where you're both happy and sad all at the same time and every minute is a different emotion. You think all is going good, and then you cry over lost thread, and then have a nice chat with the local hobo and that lifts your spirits, and then you remember you have fertility issues and nobody else around you does and cry again and then there's a funny video on Facebook and it's all sunshine and roses, and you enjoy a few minutes of silence before realizing that all of this is just a big waste of time because you have SO MUCH TO DO and you need to focus because there's SO LITTLE TIME. But really, all I wanna do is sit on my deck in the sunshine and get slammered. Yup, one of those days.

These are the days when GIST is important to me. This is the kind of day when I really need to stop and think and remind myself that life is amazing and I've got it real good.

Man, do I have it good right now, and this is why:

I get to choose to work from home, although I'm not making much money yet, it'll come, and the plan to keep on doing that is working out beautifully so far.

Since I get to work from home, I get to be with my husband and my dogs as much as I want. It makes all of us happy, to be together all day.

My husband is extremely supportive of me, and would rather pay for everything than have me go to a job that drains all my good energy and stresses me out. It was his idea for me to get cracking on starting my own business, and he spends a lot of time helping me out. He amazes me everyday.

As long as the bills are paid, and they always are, we can do whatever we want. We go for daily walks, we go swimming, we go to concerts and movies and karaoke. We do something fun, every single day. Some people just don't have the time for it, but we always make time.

I am looking out my window at the Olympic Mountains and the ocean right now. I can't always see them because of the fog, but today it is sunny and they are there. I love where I live. I love this weird little town, and the nature that surrounds it.

There, that's better. Have a good day, everyone.

Nov 3, 2012

I Had a Bad Dream

I think that the American election is starting to stress me out in ways that I didn't quite realize until early this morning. It seems that every day my eyes and ears are flooded by idiotic politicians in the news and the blogs from both Canada and the USA, annoying me with misquoted bible quotes, trying to take away basic rights of the people, and who just make me grumpy in general. So I guess having a dream like the one I had this morning isn't so crazy, considering the daily bombardment of these moronic imbeciles opinions in my daily life.

The dream took place the day after the American election next week. ( Oooooo, the future!!). In my dream, I woke up to my husband shaking me, telling me we had to get our things and go. I knew right away without asking that it had something to do with the previous days election, so didn't question my husband. I got up, grabbed a bag that was already packed by some magical fairy in Dreamland and we got in the truck and turned on the radio.The DJ told us that anyone that needed to get to safety and was ready to fight for their rights should head to a specific island. For us, it would be a few hours drive and then a couple hours by boat. We were in for a long journey.

As we drove we listened to the radio, and we learned that Mitt Romney and Stephen Harper had planned this all along and they were in cahoots. As soon as Mitt gained power, their plan went into action. Their plan was an actual war on anyone who disagreed with their views. Anyone who did not believe in their god or their politics, women, homosexuals, First Nations, and everyone else in between were under attack.

As we drove, we noticed the streets were full of armed militia. There were men and women strung up in trees with "Fag" and "Sinner" painted on them. There were fires everywhere. There were Occupy people everywhere with their protest signs. The radio said that neighbourhoods in Montreal, Toronto and LA were being bombed by their own governments. I was screaming that I wanted to find out if my family was okay because I couldn't get reception on my phone. It was fucking chaos.

I shot up with a gasp after forcing myself to wake up. I didn't want to dream that dream any longer. I knew I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, so I got up and started my day.

I realize that it's just a dream, and that in all likelihood, nothing that extreme will happen in our country or the USA. But the rest of it is real. These right wing politicians ARE punishing us for not believing in their god. They ARE trying to take away civil rights. In a heartbeat, they would make homosexuality and abortion illegal. They don't want citizens to have easy access to healthcare or education or money. They want to have control of your relationships and your body. They don't care about climate change or the environment. It's all true, and it's all documented. They've said it, over and over.

We cannot allow them to have all the power. If we do, we're fucked, and not in a fun way, because they don't like that either. Simple as that.