Normal...

The next four years (I say four years but I honestly believe that this is not ending at four years) will be a mix of catastrophe and banality and joyfulness. The normal everyday living and the seismic shifts that change everything. And because humans are incredibly resilient we will all figure out how to make it work. 

I've talked on status updates that I will be living my angry joyful life for as long as I can. I'm going to be livid and pissed and determined the whole time about our country and our politics and the people who let it happen. And I'm going to be joyful and happy and enjoying my life and my loved ones as well. 

And I know that there will be days where the swing from disbelief and despair to wonder and joy will be massive. 

I know because we've lived it. We've seen what his presidency can do. And it will be worse this time, I know. And we've all also lived it through private grieving. Times when we've lost someone, or something, important to us and we go from full body sobbing to whole hearted laughing. 

People are resilient. 

You have to be to survive. 

And the normal things have to be done. Chores have to be taken care of. Cats have to be snugged. Workouts and meal planning and shopping all have to happen. The normal things that make a life just keep happening. Even when the latest news is that Project 2025 has been added to the president elect's webpage as a blueprint for the transition. I mean...we told you. 

So here we are. 

I noticed last week that I hit my writing goal numbers I set back in April when I realized that no goals was no bueno for me. I had decided just to duplicate last year's goal numbers even though I wrote more than the goal, but since I was starting a few months behind I could still have a productive year without stressing. So everything from here on out is gravy. Extra time. Of course I automatically switched to trying to hit the numbers I did last year. Come from behind goal shattering. Woo!

I won't be as productive with fiction (odds are) because I am posting things I wrote last year here on the blog and counting those in the goal numbers. I did tally up all that I wrote fictionwise last year in total so I can see how many fewer I've written so far. I might do that at the beginning of next month and see if a heavy fiction December would catch me up. That sounds like something I would do...

So that's my normal stuff right now. I'm still looking at goals and numbers and things I want to get done before the end of the year. Soon I'll start thinking about next year and how I want to handle it. I mean...it's hard to imagine I will be interested in my normal routine, but I know that I will need to. I know that the more normal I can make my day to day the better it will be for my head. 

That balance of catastrophe and banality and joyfulness. The everyday grind. The boring things. The beautiful things. The joyful things. And the relentless march of WTF coming from Washington. 

People are resilient. 

Thank fuck for that.