It is a rainy Wednesday in Lawrenceville, NJ. A good time for me to sit with my laptop and do some write some reflections. As the world becomes increasingly chaotic and divided, I find writing to be my happy place. It is a safe place for me to process my thoughts on the world without having to hold back for fear of hurting someone's feelings (I might still hurt the feelings of someone reading this, but the space gives us both time to diffuse before we meet again).
It has been a rough decade since a certain person announced he would run for POTUS. So many of us dismissed him as a joke until he was elected in 2016. Then we breathed a sign of relief when Biden was elected. We even took off our masks in public (we were outdoors) so we could see each the smiles lighting up our faces. We thought we were past the worst of it. Oh how wrong we were.
Then came the election of 2024. Knowing it would be close, Don and I chose to wait it out in Australia (after voting before we left). In Australia, I felt safe crying in public. The world knew we were in trouble before many Americans realized it.
It has been a decade of chaos. A decade of not being able to tune out because I can't turn away from the dumpster fire. What will happen next? If I stop paying attention, how will I ever keep up? I don't want to be caught off guard again like the time someone said to me that the reason his son does not feel safe in New York City is because of what happened at Columbia University earlier that weekend. I wish I was able to talk to the person now and ask how does his son feel about living in NYC after the mayoral election.
Many mornings I listen to Joanne Freeman's ramblings while making breakfast. Every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday I am glued to Heather Cox Richardson's video messages. In between I listen to Jimmy Kimmel's monologues.
I need to feel less alone with my thoughts about the state of our nation.
Joanne often talks about community. The community she built through her YouTube Channel. While I admire her, I don't see myself talking to a bunch of random people.
I long for an in-person community. People I can reach out to and say "let's get some tea or ice cream, or poison of your choice" and have them say "meet you at the usual place in ten minutes."
My community is spread out around the globe. I pick up friends and acquaintances as others pick up seashells or shoes or souvenirs. They become part of a greater collection. I don't know if that makes any sense. I smile whenever we have a conversation -- no matter how long it has been. I rarely hold a grudge no matter how long it has been.
My menagerie includes people I met in middle and high schools, college, graduate school, Rotary Club, jobs, mommy and me activities, volunteering, churches, ancestery.com, community theater, neighbors, archaeology, friends of friends, online groups, travels, etc. I stay in touch with a wide assortment of people, but never as part of a clique. Even in college, I spent time with a variety of people.
I keep in touch with select people from each stage of my life. For years after I left my first job, I organized dinners every few months. With my co-ed fraternity I organized backyard BBQs every couple of years, not just for the ones I went to school with but for all Kappas and their families.
I send out over a hundred Christmas cards each year, and receive about half as many back. Some are family, but many are friends I collected over the decades. All are meaningful to me and I want to stay in touch with them.
The past ten years have strengthened some of these relationships, and drained others. People I thought I shared values with I realized I didn't when they voted for the person who is the biggest threat to our democracy. It warms my heart to talk to people on a deeper level once we realize we have a shared sense of the path we want our nation to be on, and are willing to stand up with me to make that possible.
I look forward to the decade after this regime is over. I long for a time I can step away from the constant barrage of news and trust those in charge have my best interests at heart.
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