to the tired

i have so much i should post to you. there is all this information…about the dolls, about the patreon, about a million things. but it all feels very small right now.

right now, just this.

to the tired mothers…..

don’t stop trying.

to the tired lovers….

don’t stop waiting.

to the tired zoomers….

don’t stop seeing.

to the tired carers….

don’t stop caring.

to the tired children….

don’t stop playing.

to all the tiredest tired people.

to all the sick and fucking tired.

please.

don’t stop hoping.

don’t stop pushing.

don’t stop holding.

don’t stop praying.

i have been alive since 1976. i’m not aware of too many things. i know what i know, if you know what i mean. and today feels like the darkest day in american history i’ve ever witnessed. but also, ash fed some hay to a horse by himself, and we ate some blueberries with our friend and ash almost but didn’t throw up on the drive home.

there is small and there is big. this next era of american history is going to take everything we have. slow down, take it all in, don’t get thrown off course, and remember to think big. bigger than big. bigger than fear. bigger than trump. bigger than biden. bigger than the supreme court. progress is not a straight line, it’s a zig-zag. and the zig zags towards justice. if you are tired, know you are not alone. the exhaustion is real. and the fight never-ending. i love you with all my heart. i hug you with all my internet arms. may we all have ease of well-being, may we all be safe and happy. now go do what you need.

that’s all for the moment.

x

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