Fireworks and Life

I hate fireworks. Let me just start off with that. I do not understand them nor have I ever. I do not understand shooting pretty explosives in the sky and then dealing with the smoke. I do not like that my dogs are super angry right now. I do not like that people who suffer from PTSD have to deal with this. Like seriously, it is the dumbest way to celebrate America.

You want to celebrate America? How about voting people in office who will make a difference. I wish I was not still mad at every single person who voted for Trump in 2016, but our politicized SCOTUS just makes me angrier and angrier. They truly are biased as heck, and no decision they have made has done anything to move progress forward. People can say “Well maybe RBG should have retired early?” Really, remember Merrick Garland…who by the way I am not a fan but holy shit I would give my leg for him to be on SCOTUS over Kavanaugh or Barrett.

How about making voting fair, and not having most states gerrymandered to hell. How about not attacking marginalized groups. How about not having a mass shooting every three seconds with a little gun regulation. Oh, second amendment, the one that literally was written when muskets ruled the land.

How about stopping fake outrage about trans athletes. Like seriously, shut the fuck up already about your fear of someone who just wants to live their life in happiness. Like anyone wants to change sexes so they can compete in a high school cross country race. Like shut the fuck up.

I am not a “The sky is falling” kind of person, but we are going backwards in so many ways. I am going to make a huge difference at the local level and support the great candidates around me in 2024. I am going to support the Biden/Harris ticket again because they truly did a lot more than people give them credit for.

I am just sick of fireworks. I am just mad that I did not sleep well because I kept hearing boom boom boom. And it truly made me think. Let’s celebrate holidays by making things better, not firecrackers.

In other news, I am, for the first time in years, doing okay. I think last time I felt like I was neck deep in water. Now I am shoulder deep. I have so many people to thank, and I have been. Honestly, I do not realize the difference I have made in some lives. But I know the difference some people made in mine. Even today, some unexpected things came up, and….I was okay. Now, next week can be different, but hell, one day at a time. And I am thrilled.

My son and I are hitting the gym again. Took a small break, but eating is still on point. Down 155 pounds. And I am not stopping.

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And my dogs hate fireworks just like their daddy. Boom boom.