I'm Tired

An incomplete list of all the things

I never grow weary of this sweet face.

THINGS I’M TIRED OF:

Racism. Racists who say they’re not racist. People who say they don’t see color. People who complain about things they don’t understand. People who refuse to learn about things they don’t understand. People who don’t want to learn. People who don’t want to try. People who think that education is the problem. People who think universities are indoctrinating students into leftist ideology. People who don’t understand the value of critical thinking. People who think being “woke” is an insult. People who want to whitewash American history. Trump supporters. People who voted for Trump. People who considered voting for Trump. People who didn’t vote. People who voted third party. Radical Republicans. Trump. JD Vance. Elon Musk. Cybertrucks. People who drive Cybertrucks. People who don’t give the bird to every passing Cybertruck. Billionaires. Income equality. Forever struggling to make ends meet. Christians who feel persecuted. Christian Nationalists. Nazis. Christians who believe Trump was sent by their god. The patriarchy. White, straight men. Most white people in general. Homophobes. Transphobes. People who are obsessed with trans women in bathrooms. People who think denying gender-affirming care will save this country. This country. People who say if we don’t like this country, we should leave. White privilege. People who think diversity is bad. People who don’t understand DEI. People who demonize DEI. Project 2025. Mike Johnson. Russell Vought. Pete Hegseth. Misogynists. Rapists. Rapists who hold powerful political positions. Men who have opinions about what women do with their bodies. People who don’t believe abortion is healthcare. People in general. I’m tired of people.

Dogs > People

THINGS I’M HOLDING TIGHTLY TO:

Cardinals in my backyard. Like-minded friends. The long, languid way Sissy sighs when she settles into a nap. A cup of hot coffee with the perfect amount of creamer. Good books. Mediocre books. Banned books. All books. Continuous learning. The soft of Sissy’s belly. Graeter’s Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream. California Cabernet Sauvignon. All the animals. And the trees. A hushed snowfall. Friends who don’t have unrealistic expectations. My ability to cry easily. Soft, cozy blankets. The memory of my beautiful mom. Hope for a better future. My kids. Words. Music. Good listeners. Smiling. Singing in the shower. Singing in the car. Burying my face in Ruby’s fur. A birthday cake with We love you as much as we hate Trump written in bright orange icing. Comfy slippers. The Saturday Farmers Market. Warm scarves and fingerless gloves. Dogs in boots. Squirrels eating corn. Bodies of water. Possibility. Small slivers of happiness. The sun rising and setting every day. Down comforters. This gorgeous, brutal life. My next breath.