A few days ago, The Spectacled Bean did a blog post called Sorry- Not Sorry. She got the idea from a podcast she listens to. I am now taking that idea to use as my own. Thank you, Ally, for arousing my brain.
I have had a couple of FB discussions recently with someone dear to me that feels it best we stop voicing our disapprovals/disagreements about the goings-on in our world right now. She feels too many people are being negatively affected by these comments, and that basically we should pray for/hope for the best for our government. In some ways, I agree, in others I do not. I agree that the name-calling vitriol often found in comments on FB posts and probably other social media platforms I do not participate in are unnecessary and simply aggravate the division and anger. However, while I wish we would voice our disagreements in a more civil manner, relying on facts and courtesy to express our opinions, I do not think remaining silent is a good thing. With a government that seems intent on taking away all protections for our planet and our “common folk”, with a leader who seems to love nothing more than spewing hate, throwing childish tantrums when he is disagreed with, voicing them on social media, showing no respect for anyone or anything, pandering to his base while completely ignoring the rest of the country (which is the majority, by the way) for the applause that brings him, I cannot remain silent. If I offend you, I am sorry – maybe – for expressing my opinions in what I hope is an adult, intelligent manner – not sorry.
I have reached the age where I have decided spending more time on the things that make me happy and less time being concerned about dust or dog hair is the most important part of my life. If I could overcome my old WASP work ethic completely, I would probably do even less of the regular “chores” around my house and yard, but I cannot. I do make lists – short, because if they get too long, they get ignored – and I do the things on those list. In my time, at my pace, in my way. It is only the dogs and me in this house, and the dogs are happy as long as they are fed on their schedules and are loved and petted. Oh, and given treats. So, if you come to my house and the dust and dog hair offend you, Sorry – not sorry.
I am also at the age where my way of life focuses primarily on comfort for me, so long as it does no harm to anyone else. If there are those who feel it “inappropriate for my age”, or not fitting in with their idea of correct – sorry – not sorry. We spend far too much time judging, too often without full knowledge of the circumstances, or any knowledge of the circumstances. I am not saying I receive criticism, just saying – sorry, not sorry.
In that vein of “sorry – not sorry”, I have never been a Chicken Little “the Sky is Falling, the sky is falling” kind of person, but lately I seem to be becoming that. I feel our world, our way of life, our freedoms are in imminent danger. I fear for the future our children and their children might face, if, indeed, there is a future for them. I think about planning for activities for next spring – and wonder if next spring will be here, or if we will be here next spring. For that, I truly am sorry – both for sharing those fears and for myself for feeling them. But share I will because share I must – if I do not vent, I will explode. It’s a mental health activity. Isn’t it a treasure that we still have the right to do that, and that we have the right to ignore things we prefer not to hear, see, or read? Isn’t that what a world of enough is, after all?
Another sorry – not sorry – I am exercising my right to display more of my recent inks. These two tiles are meant to be trivets, as soon as the finishing process is complete.