January 16 - Here We Go Again

I thought maybe I could leave the Arena and retire my half-baked opinions and pivot to baking sourdough instead.

Experiment with stream-of-consciousness writing. Set a timer for 10 minutes and write without stopping or editing. Let your thoughts flow freely, exploring your hopes, fears, and desires for the year ahead.

I’ve been hiding from the world for the past two years. Pregnancy and postpartum had me feeling raw and uncertain. Shy and insecure. Moving halfway across the country was disorienting. There have been a lot of shocking and sudden deaths of people close to me in their prime. My primary concern has been protecting myself and my family from the outside world and putting down roots in our new home. I thought maybe I could leave the “Arena” or the Discourse or whatever you want to call it and retreat into the domestic bliss of being a stay at home mom. Retire my half-baked opinions and pivot to baking sourdough instead.

Here we go again.

Unfortunately, I don’t know how to shut up—and as the hormones have receded, the spunk has returned. It’s 2:45 am on the night of the Iowa Caucuses and it’s become clear that Trump is going to easily secure the nomination for President. I have some thoughts.