At Some Point, I Have To Write Something

 ...and it may as well be now.

I miss blogging. I miss what the internet was, before we were expected to consume news and opinions and everything from everywhere. I miss when people didn't try to tell me what or how to believe or how to raise my kids or even how to recover from trauma. 

Just because it's on the internet doesn't mean it's there for me to see, or to read, or to fret over. 

I realized the other day how much I missed Pinterest. Not making Pinterest boards or what have you, just looking at things that interest me. Maybe I want to make a skirt. Maybe I want a new meatball recipe. Not two hundred ads, or the latest political arguments. 

I went out to dinner with a friend on Friday, and we stopped by a store and bought some books. And y'all, I missed BOOKS so much. Stephen King isn't gonna tell me who to vote for, or play me an ad for car insurance. I read a book nearly from beginning to end after work today. I laughed and cried, and held my breath. And nobody interrupted my book to play me an ad about medication and its side effects. 

I even have a hard time watching movies. When did we become so disregulated, y'all? What the heck happened and how do we fix it? 

I think going outside helps. Slapping the DND button on my phone and my watch helps. Waking up early and lighting a candle helps. 

I seriously do not think we were meant to live the way we are living. 

And I don't think I'll be doing that anymore. 

Just two pictures I've taken over the past few days.