I'll be ringing in the new year in a really lovely way, but I'm gonna be honest with you. I'm scared as hell for 2025. It's so hard to stay hopeful knowing who is stepping into the Whitehouse next month. I know that there is hope, I want to even do a few things in my community to foster fellowship and such. But there is this always-hovering sense of doom in the back of my mind that won't go away.
I'm sorry for showing up on nye and being negative, but I really am scared
Hey! I'm scrambling to clean and get my bingo card ready I still got like 5 blank spaces uggh
It is hard to be hopeful, but its worth it.
Take today to sit in the weight of the work you've put into the world. Feep your aching bones, your calloused hands. Look back at the year behind, how much you've learned and grown and sprouted in either joy or fear or spite. You've grown, we all have. And having fear is ok, it can be a fuel in the hard times. You already know how your going to help others fight that fear!
We won't ever be able to stop planting seeds, but we're not trying to avoid work so much as to enjoy the work.
The best way to fight the knawing sensation of dispair is to find joy, to use spite to build beautiful things. And I know you can do it 💕💕
