I’ve been feeling down lately.
Not the clinically depressed kind of down. I’m not feeling agoraphobic. I’m not feeling paranoid. I’m not feeling scared to get out of bed. I’ve been there, done that, more than once. So I know what that feels like and I know it’s not that.
No, instead I’m just feeling concerned/ worried about the future of my country. It scares me how many people are still in the cult of Trump in spite of the years of red flags he’s been waving and the absolute nonsense that comes out of his mouth.
I’m worried that if my niece needs a D&C she will wind up dying of sepsis instead. “Fun” fact- between 1/4 and 1/3 of ALL miscarriages require a D&C procedure so the woman doesn’t, you know, die. You don’t hear the “save the babies” crowd talk about this, do you?
I’m scared about saving enough for retirement. I’m currently putting a good amount of my paycheck into my 401k, but due to real financial hardships in my 20s and early 30s I wasn’t able to start saving in earnest until my late 30s. Plus my husband is self-employed, which brings its own set of issues/ concerns about this.
I’m worried about my nephew’s National Guard unit being called up and sent to God knows where and being put in harm’s way.
I know there are a million things to love and be happy about. I have a great husband, a good job with a thriving company, and good friends who love me. I live in an area that has clear air and clean water. I have 3 goofy little buzzbutts who love me and make me laugh every day.
So yes, I know I have plenty to be thankful for. I just need to work through this little funk I’m in.