I, like many other Americans, am very wary of what March brings this year. As it is, we’ve now hit one year of living in the throes of a full-blown pandemic.
Honestly, we don’t have shit to show for it either.
People are still unsurprisingly and unapologetically stupid.
People are still unsurprisingly and unapologetically selfish.
People don’t give one single fuck if they go out and do whatever they want.. and cost someone their life.
I’ve made it through another month of daily posts, for better or for worse. But even more incredible, is that I’ve made it through one of the worst things that has happened in my lifetime. I’m only 34 and I have seen so many terrible things. More things than any one lifetime should hold, but here we are, only about 1/3 into my life (if I’m fortunate to live to a much older age), and life is still somehow trying to raise the bar.
I’m stressed, I’m depressed, I’m exhausted, and I’m really just not even sure where to go anymore. What to feel. Why I feel the way I do, sometimes, is a mystery. Other times, it’s more apparent.
March should be a transitionary month for me, in many ways, but I’m also scared. It has many positives that can come my way, that are already in the works even.. but there are many ways that the pendulum could swing away.
It’s terrifying and I can only hope that, at it’s worst, it’s balanced with good and bad. I don’t think I could take another month of purely bad, let alone another year.
May March bring us all peace, sanity, and a little bit of humility toward our fellow humans. Despite the fact that they’re trying to drive us all to extinction.