Goodness. I feel kind of like a bastard because 2016 has had some serious high points for me. It’s been a dumpster fire of a year, don’t get me wrong… but I had more good than many. I feel pretty good about where 2016 is ending on a variety of levels.
I would say that my marriage needed the strain it experienced this year. I think we both learned a number of things we weren’t really on our way to learning. We decided to have more kids. We decided to stop waiting on M/s stuff. (That’s going. And going pretty well so far… we are going slow.)
Things with the kids are…. well… I’d say that I couldn’t expect better. In pretty much every way I feel like things are going better as a parent than I expected they would. I thought we would have way more problems. Our relationships are pretty good and improving. We are getting better with every year at talking to one another about what we need. They are really excited about the prospect of more kids.
The house remodel… is absolutely driving me bonkers. But every person who walks into my bathroom gasps. It is worth it. Just keep plugging along. Art. Moar Art. I guess at this moment that I have somewhere between 100 and 200 hours of painting ahead of me between now and the finish line. Fuck.
I’m a painter. It’s a thing I do. I do a lot of it. I’m an artist. How will this play into my future?
No clue yet.
We watched Rogue One today. It… it’s a heavy movie. I feel kinda stunned. I think this is the only Star Wars movie I’ve ever really liked. Of course I like the hit-you-in-the-head one.
I’ve said for a long time that I suspect I will live to see some kind of revolution. Then we elected Trump. You know what?
The next four years need to be full of active resistance. The next four years need to involve making concrete actions in the direction of living in the kind of world I want to live in.
It’s kind of funny that I started out vehemently hating the idea of the American Dream. When I studied it in college and grad school I felt so much anger. I did not think it was attainable for me or anyone like me.
Then I arrived.
Holy shit. How do I share this shit.
How can more people have this kind of safety and security? What can I do to help other people have more access to education and choices and medical care?
Revolutions are made by the people who show up. What does showing up mean? It means different things to every person because you can’t make a revolution out of people who are exactly the same. That’s how you create an empire. By wanting people to be all the same so you can use them interchangeably as spokes on a wheel.
I don’t want a well mechanized empire.
I know what that means.
Even if I would be considered one of the “winners”… no. No. No. No. No.
Fuck that. No. But when and where are different levels of aggression worth countering with other levels of aggression?
How do you have a revolution without having a war? How many people have to die to call it a war?
How do we even know what a war means anymore?
There were 10,000 casualties of the war with Kuwait. In the last one hundred years, how many black people has the US government killed when they weren’t doing a damn thing wrong?
What is a war?
I spent my childhood reading books about the Resistance in WWII.
I need to spend a lot more time thinking about what I’m going to do with my life. I know what i want to do with my life in the very long-term. But what am I going to do while I’m growing up? What will I do to shape the person I need to be someday?
Fuck. This will be a lot of work.
Lots of people do lots of things to shape history. Where do I want to stand?