Category: Random thoughts

As the entire Western world knows, Facebook loves to remind us of our pasts.

In my case, that includes not only all of the lovely pictures and funny things that I post (remember the vagina beauty contest and the vampire dildo? Fun times…) but also blog posts from that date in history.

Usually I just ignore them, because, well, I wrote them and don’t need to read them again. Lately I’ve been reading them. And they sound JUST LIKE ME. Is that a good thing or a bad thing that I write so completely in my own voice? I can hear the people on both sides of the imaginary conversations so clearly.

But it made me think about why I stopped…

Why did I?

I really don’t know.

It’s not like the imaginary conversations have gone away.

It’s not like I am not bleeding internally for the lack of a creative outlet.

It’s not like I am still weird and struggling like we all are.

So why not start. Maybe not with the self inflicted pressure of daily writing (you mean discipline?) but just now and then. When I need it.

Maybe.

I can stop any time I want.

This post reinforced something I have thought about for a long time. 

Many American Christians seem to imagine a Jesus who is open carrying a Glock, wearing an NRA badge on one lapel and an American flag on the other while checking his investment portfolio on his iPhone at the same time. 
I tend to think he’d be at an airport right now raising holy hell and busting people out of detention. Or helping keep refugees safe on ships trying to get somewhere-anywhere-they’d be safe. Or helping in a camp somewhere. 

He wouldn’t be a patriot of a particular nation. He wouldn’t be advocating for building walls anywhere. 

Borders weren’t his thing. It was love.

There is so much to be grateful for in life that it’s useless to try to make a list. Thanksgiving Day does require some sort of acknowledgement of gratitude before I get any mashed potatoes, so…

I am incredibly blessed in pretty much every way a person can be. Wonderful life partner and family, loving friends, a great job, a penchant for both laughter and deep thought, health, sarcasm, enough money to have everything I need (and not so much that I can get into trouble), and living in a gorgeous place where I am free to be who I am.

Life isn’t perfect, nothing ever is, but as the late Leonard Cohen said “there’s a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.”

Happy Thanksgiving, my loves!

PS
I feel like a really need to throw in something about red shoes, music, boozes, and books. You know, the stuff that pads the sometimes rough edges of life. There will always be bumps, but life has a multitude of compensations for them!