1. Like a bazillion others, I have been watching the “zero tolerance” policy in action and feel sick to my stomach. And angry. I cannot mentally or emotionally go all the way to imagining how it would feel to have my kid(s) taken from me. It is too much. Trump is doing what he’s shown he will do from the beginning. He doesn’t care about minority lives- I don’t think a single one of us should be surprised by this. Yes, I know there is an EO in place now- but Trump will persevere in finding ways to do what he purposes to do.
My anger toward Trump is a safer emotion than imagining 2,300 kids being held in warehouses and cages. Or picturing that mom or dad who has no clue where their child is, or if he/she is coming back. Lord have mercy.
2. In light and fluffy fare, I painted the grout lines in my bathroom. So bright! So clean! Behold, the before, during, and after.
I undertook this tedious task while my husband was away for five days. I knew I needed a project to occupy me while we were all at home so I didn’t pass my time scrolling my phone and feeling, consequently, more tired. It is nice to have a goal that shows itself off at the end.
3. While I painted I listened to a few enneagram podcasts. I was pushing back against my sloth tendencies. Anyone recognize what number I might be?
4. We have celebrated two birthdays! Double digits and 6!
Speaking of, I turn 40 in September. This has brought up the topic of how one wants to celebrate such a milestone. Some friends have a big party. (No thank you.) Some friends go on a big trip. (Maybe). My ideal is a handful of friends going away for a weekend.
What is your ideal 40th celebration?