THERE WAS A FLY ON PENCE’S HEAD, or how I became a feminist.

Oh wow.  It really has been a long time since I posted. My at least 5 faithful followers reminded me of this very thing.  Hopefully, now the election cycle is *almost* over, I will get into a regular schedule of posting.  Hopefully, Donny is going bye-bye after today so I will have to find a whole new list of things to talk about  I think I am up for the challenge   

Yup. That’s right. It’s Election Day. I have been waiting four years for it to come around. Now that it’s here, it feels a little surreal.  I feel much more disconnected from it than I thought I would. I can’t really tell you how I feel.  I didn’t sleep well because I woke up thinking about it,  but now I’m just meh.  I really don’t have any idea at all of how I expect tonight to go.  Probably some kind of shit show, knowing the current asshole-in-chief but if I have my way, his shit show days are numbered. 

I don’t have anything real pithy to say about the election other than I am just so glad that if anything good comes out of this nightmare, it will be it started me on the path towards really becoming a feminist and embracing it fully and being DAMN PROUD to be one of those “nasty women”.  Watching that asshole stalk Hillary Clinton across the stage four years ago or listening to women who have been sexually assaulted by him or listening to that Access Hollywood tape or watching time after time after time his administration try to suppress women’s rights (and for that matter, anyone’s rights they don’t agree with) has ignited a fire on me. I won’t be told what I can and I can’t do, and I won’t just exist for the sexual gratification of some man.  I will go down with a fight, and I don’t plan to go down at all   

I haven’t always been able to say this about myself.  For a long time, I associated feminism with being a bad thing.  I saw these women as militant and “bitchy“ and not necessarily just trying to advance women’s rights but putting themselves above men.

How fucking ludicrous is that?

A lot of that comes from how I was raised. You know the man is the head of the household, right? Bullshit.  That’s bullshit right now.  My dad was a drunk who came home and passed out each and every night.  If something needed to be done around the house, my mom did it.  If something broke, my mom fixed it or made a mess trying, but goddamn it she still tried. He was in no shape to be head of ANYTHING, and so my mom kept us all together. 

I think some of also comes from me thinking a man needed to charge as a crutch.  I didn’t have the confidence to ask a guy out so I waited for him to do the asking.  I didn’t think I was capable of fixing things so I thought I needed a man to do it.  I didn’t think I could take care of myself so I was waiting for that man who was going to come in and fill my life and do all the things I couldn’t do. 

Also bullshit.  

I do remember I admired my grandmother because she took care of herself and my mom, long after her divorce and long after her second husband died   She didn’t take shit from anybody  When I look back on it, I can see my feistiness has some deep-seated roots. Only  now am I really starting to embrace it.

If there is anything the last decade of my life has taught me, and in particular these last four years, is there isn’t a damn thing I cannot do if I set my mind to it. I get up every day, I got dressed, I work, I take care of my animals, I do my things.  All by myself. Because I am fully damn capable of it. 

Finding my own strength and my own voice has propelled me to action. During this campaign, I have called and moderated and searched social media and gained A LOT of confidence along the way.  I plan on keeping doing something once this campaign is really over.  Since I have the voice, I don’t mind using it.  I also LOVE talking to other women who are on that path of finding their own voice as well. Because after all, isn’t life all about the journey and sharing it with people who matter?

Women are strong and powerful and beautiful all on their own. I encourage everyone to find that voice in themselves and do with it what you will. You don’t have to do things my way. But make it a priority to find and listen to that voice. I did. And I’m not looking back.  

Also. FUCK YOU, DONALD TRUMP, you morherfucking narcissistic ASSHOLE.  I hope your ass gets smeared from one end of this country to the other tonight.  I hope it’s such a divisive, humiliating defeat.  

Wow. That felt good.  

Don’t piss a woman off.  

small victories, big victories

hey, all you cool cats and kittens! checkin' in on a sunday. i will always be grateful to the tiger king for adding that phrase to my lexicon rotation.

overall,  it's been a good week.   i started volunteering with my local democratic party and with the joe biden campaign  to call voters.  for biden, we are specifically calling battleground states , and  today's state was arizona.  lots and lots of hang ups.  BUT, i talked to 8 biden supporters and 1 trump supporter which was awesome.  the trump supporter was actually the cutest of them all and very careful to tell me her name was not just edna but edna louise.   she was kind, and so was i, and it was a good call.  this was today's big victory.

i am really excited about doing this so i am talking about it A LOT. it's been awhile since i've  had something new to sink my teeth into get excited about it.   i think everyone living through this pandemic can relate to that statement.  i have been working through some big and small victories this week.  some days, getting my kitchen clean early is a small victory and all i need for the day.  other days (and weeks), i need the big victories.  getting out of my comfort zone and making these calls is definitely a big victory.  i think both the small and big victories are important.

i started reading john dickerson's book the hardest job in the world: the american presidency.  so far, i really, really like it.  it's not just a trump-bashing book but instead takes a look at the presidency as a job.  it's an impossible job, even when we like who is in office, and our approval can change on a dime.   i will have more to say once i have gotten through it.  i also started re-reading harry potter and the chamber of secrets.   another small-ish victory this week:  starting to read again.  i love it but have not disciplined myself to do it in a long time.   i feel good about it.

big victory this week: i started checking out therapists.  now that i have been with a psychiatrist for awhile and have a pretty good handle on my meds, it's time to go deeper.   i am excited-ish about it.   i think i am ready to deal the things..   The first visit will be nerve wracking I AM SURE, but i am excited to just do it .   my brain just needs things it can work on right now.

another big victory: i woke up feeling so anxious and BLAH on friday.   i got up, wrote in my journal, and did some yoga.   before long, i was able to work through the BLAH and have a good morning.  that's a huge step for me-- being able to change my trajectory with recognizing the feeling, and doing something to change it. i am so excited to try this out again and see if the results are the same.

another big victory later in the day on friday:  i was thinking about something that just made me sad.  i took a deep breath and said to myself that i was going to acknowledge the thought and sit there with it for a moment.  once i was able to take that pause and acknowledge i was sad, i felt better. i was able to move on to something else and not think about that sad thought anymore right then. i learned that it's not so important to make the thought go away but to give it some space so it can go away on its own. BIG victory.

i've had some other small victories this week:   watching a nightmare on elm street for the first time and not getting too twitchy and/or falling asleep, learning how to ger into various calling platforms this week without any trouble, writing in my journal more, and not eating out at all (i am going to reward myself with a pizza today because it's sunday, and i deserve it). all victories, all important to me.

what are some big and small victories in your life this week?

 

middle age is a real shit storm

 i have thought about the dreaded "middle age" at several junctures in my life. i never really thought it was going to happen to me.  i would always be young, right? back in my church days, i thought we would have been OUT by now so i never gave it a lot of thought.

i used to joke in my 20's that i was having my mid-life crisis early.  i was so fucking wrong.

i thought about it again when i was 39 and had a pee problem.   the ob-gyn's response was "well, there are not a lot of options for women your age".  i should have punched him hard in the balls right then.

i started wearing glasses shortly thereafter. i thought here we go.  wrong again.

the hits kept coming.  i hurt my back.  i hurt my ankle. i was diagnosed with ulcerative colitis which was fucking random. i cut way back on drinking because i decided feeling like shit the next morning just wasn't fun anymore (nor was it ever).  things were just starting to feel different in my body.

but nothing could have prepared me or  made me more acutely aware of my middle-age than when i started perimenopause.  for really the first time, i could not count on my body to do the things it had always done. i was anxious and angry and depressed and happy: all cycling on constant rotation.  i developed insomnia. i started taking a lot of meds just to get out of bed and be functional.  my skin got itchy. i never knew when my period would come or how long it would stay or how much it would hurt.  nothing was as it should be.  i had a nervous breakdown over the holidays as i dealt with all the changes.  you know what?  it's the best fucking thing that ever happened to me.

i had to pause and figure out how to deal with this.  part of this included reflecting about where i want to go in this next stage of my life. i worked with the doctor to get the symptoms under control.  i started seeing a psychiatrist which was a big fucking deal.   there are good days and bad days now and one step and moment at a time, i am learning how to put control of my life in my own hands. it's given me more confidence that maybe my middle years can be good years. i am researching and learning and doing the things i need to do for me. sometimes, i feel in my mind like i am 19 or 20 years old again and have the whole world ahead of me.   i have to remind myself my body doesn't necessarily agree.  yoga and mediation and journaling are helping.    fewer beyond burgers and fried would probably help more.

perimenopause, as inevitable as it is for all of us chicks, was a real ego deflater for me.   i had to admit  i wasn't getting any younger.  i wasn't really sure what i still had to offer, or what the world was willing to offer to me.  for many months, i really did nothing but take my medicine and be kind to myself.  that was the right thing to do.

This pause has given me a much needed rest to think about thinking patterns and beliefs that no longer serve me well.   one day, i decided that i could do anything i set my mind to, and that's opened up a whole new world  that is one beauty of hitting middle age: a lot of the fucks given go away.  i am cooking like crazy and not seriously fucking it up.  i am volunteering to GET OUT THE vote for the election. i am reading.  i am watching a LOT of TV (current netflix binge: the last dance). i am fixing up my apartment. i am doing a lot of shopping.  i am doing what i want, on my own terms, and not feeling a damn bit guilty when there are days i just can't get out of bed.  not feeling real guilty. 

i am learning to embrace and be just this side of excited about what the future can look like.  i am allowing myself to be hopeful and working every day to learn new things about myself . i am actually enjoying the process.  learning more about me is a good gift from me to me.  i am still trying to get the anxiety under control. i may feel 60% better most days. but perimenopause is a real bitch who isn't going anywhere soon.  I sure don't have it all figured out yet.

i will get through this.  like i always do.