Today I am going to attempt to temporarily suspend fixation on the past atrocities associated with this holiday, the massive injustices being committed against the original inhabitants of this land as I type these words, and the systemic inequalities and divisions that plague these United States of America.
I am going to spend quality time with my family, enjoy the fruits of the harvest, and acknowledge the multitude of blessings that have fallen into my lap.
Tomorrow I will avoid rabid consumerism that only serves to feed the Beast.
Be grateful for the little things that we all tend to take for granted. Seek contentment however fleeting. Spread unconditional love. Embrace humility.
I am feeling salty tonight. As such I figure it is time to remind everyone what I am about as well as what I worry about. Life is about honesty and communication:
1) Dope Music
2) Craft Beer
3) Social Justice
4) Dismantling Corporations
5) Cooking delicious meals for the fam
7) True morality
8) Fossil free
9) Due diligence
10) My friends
I am ready for a new paradigm. I am ready for a new world order. The Empire has fallen whether it knows it or not. It is time to take responsibility for our actions and the actions of those we fund through our taxes. Next year I am withholding a percentage of my taxes because of the illegal wars this nation wages. This year as much as humanly possible I am spending my money locally instead of corporately. The longer we wait to revolt against this sick sadistic system we have all supported directly or indirectly, the more quickly our mutual destruction looms.
Yet here I sit. Waiting. What am I waiting for? When will it be enough? I honestly agonize over this shit. I honestly believe we are traveling upon a road to ruin.
At the end of the day I guess I have to be happy with resistance. I guess I have to be happy with the personal actions I take to go against the tide.
At this point I still have something to lose. I have to feed my children. Will my children thank me in 20 years? Will they scorn my actions as cowardice?
These are the types of thoughts the stroll through my conscious. I fear we have waited too long to act. We are so close to the precipice…
I was visiting the Oregon Coast with my children, my parents, and my one and only brother over the last few days. For me, these trips are a chance to relax and unplug , primarily facilitated by forced internet isolation. This time around I noticed that I was feeling noticeably more agitated over the geographically-imposed connectivity hiatus. I also felt the separation from my spouse more keenly, especially from a co-parenting perspective!
I take two lessons from these acknowledged feelings. The first is that I will be disabling the alerts on my phone! Sweet Jesus in a tuxedo tee-shirt, I couldn’t go five minutes without an email alert, Facebook update, or Bleacher Report news brief. The second is that I am a more balanced human being when co-habitating with my partner in crime. Go figure, right?
BUT I had a great time! Spending quality time with my parents and observing their quirky relationship firsthand is always a welcome experience. Plus I got a chance to cook all four communal meals for the family and give my Mom a break from kitchen duties. Evenings were spent playing the REDACTED card game with my brother. Ok, it was Magic: The Gathering and I am a dork. The kids enjoyed the family time and got to experience swimming milestones at the community pool. Connor learned the joys of exhaustion-inducing cannonball repetitions. Mallory (with the aid of floaties) felt the exhilaration of independently swimming around the pool for the first time. Watching her navigate between the other swimmers would have been an easy winner on America’s Funniest Home Videos if I had access to a waterproof video camera.
We did end up returning a day early because we missed Mommy and the weather providing that extra little shove. It is truly great to be home, but as always, I cannot wait to go back.
I realize this post is a bit different than the norm, but I wanted to share something personal about my own life. Thank you for reading.