Lyrical Logic

Yes, you read that right. My book is finally submitted and I’m done editing it. I honestly didn’t know what to expect when I hit that submit button, but the increase in anxiety is just insane. I’m worried about whether or not people will like it, if it will even be purchased, or if I’m even making the right decision to publish it. All things to talk with my therapist about. Because no matter how much I tell myself this is okay, I just feel so vulnerable in doing. I need to not think about it.

And as I finish this piece of my life, I look around at the world and want to fall back into a hole. Iowa has become the first state to repeal civil rights, taking out gender identity as a protected class. I have trans people in my family, and this is just utterly gut wrenching knowing that red states are already taking aim at civil rights. To those of you who believe this is going to stop with the members of the LGBTQIA+ communities, you would be wrong.

The state of the world is overwhelming. Even though I limit my news intake, what I do see is distressing. Even when I purposefully steer clear, somehow it creeps in. And I’m over it. I’m over the world thinking that hate should be seen over love. I’m over Christians claiming to be Christ-like when really they are doing just the opposite. I’m tired of cis white men telling me how I can live or who I can be. I’m tired of all of it. And if you would rather live in a world of hate, then you can just see your way off my page.

I’m a straight white woman. I have privilege in that. And it’s time I start doing something meaningful with it. I’m about to become the most popular person in my HOA with my yard signs. I don’t really care. Because I do not tolerate hate and bigotry. And my home will always be a safe space.