Protest, Prepare, Persevere: How a Beat Up Old Truck Became a Beacon of Hope in a Chaotic World
In solidarity with the labor strike and other protests happening tomorrow, David and I have taken the day off and will spend a few days in nature together.
Tomorrow is National Strike Day (one of many ongoing protest events happening all over the United States and beyond since the Orange took office). There is also a March on Washington happening tomorrow (with corresponding events all over the country).
In solidarity with the protest, David and I have taken the day off and will spend a few days in nature together.
I’m also going to try and take a media (and social media break), but will check in a few times each day to see if there are any URGENT updates (or quick shares) I can bring you.
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A Step Back
Over the past weeks, I've personally participated in multiple protest events, feeling the importance of being on the ground and capturing the movement's energy.
I've also been working hard to stay informed about the current political climate in America and beyond (so I can pass along what I know to my readers). However, this work is endless, and more than one person can reasonably keep up with (even if one who can read as obscenely fast as I do).
I've given up trying to cover "every story" and instead am focused on stories that showcase the hypocrisy of those in power, especially stories that aren't getting as much coverage.
Finding My Pace
Now, more than ever, it feels as if a lot is on the line, but I keep reminding myself this is a marathon, NOT a sprint, and if I wear myself out now (in the first few miles), I'll have no hope of making it to the finish line.
I've got to stay sharp for the battle (we all do) because "if things continue to spiral, this country and the world we live in could become much worse than it is now." This thought haunts me, making me grateful for every sunny day and moment I can find to spend time with the people I care about.
What if today is "the best day" I'll see for many years? What if it only gets worse from here on out?
What if they start to "disappear" dissenting voices? Will I one day "disappear," too?
These thoughts are often on my mind in recent weeks, and though I hope they never come to fruition, I can't be sure they're unrealistic.
With so much uncertainty in the world, each decent day feels like a gift (even if it's far from perfect).
Several weeks back, David and I finally found and acquired the truck we'd been searching for (a sturdy 24-year-old beast that needed some work), and we plan to take The Beast out for its first car-camping trip this weekend.
While The Beast needs some work, it is good enough for us to drive around locally and has a nice, smooth ride, but we're not ready to hook our trailer (which also needs a little work) up to it yet.
