We're All Exhausted
Personal goals feel trivial right now, to be totally honest.
I work for an organization under the federal administration's chopping block. I read in a self-improvement book that exhaustion and burn-out is fueled by giving our power away. But what about if it’s taken? The book is called The Let Them Theory.
Its laughable.
I read that the executive orders threaten children and parents and immigrants and women and daughters and infants. I read that the orders are blocked in court, but then rescinded, but funds are still frozen. Meanwhile, we wonder if we still have jobs.
I read that this sentiment has the approval of the majority of Americans. Whose taking these polls? I didn’t take a poll.
I read that a right-wing foundation put out a list of federal workers who work in DEI, names, addresses, and all.
I read that the destablization is intentional.
I read headlines that come in at a pace my nervous system cannot keep up with.
I read that its a coup, that it’s illegal. But what are the one’s pointing fingers doing. We analyze the past, have conversations, but we don’t seem to be stopping it. We’re watching it unfold.
And we’re meant to carry on with life as normal.
Lists are being drawn up, threats are being made. All the rights and hopes and dreams, made illlegitime in the eyes and values of the government by the stroke of a pen.
Early last month, I made a vision board for all that I want to accomplish.
Personal goals feel trivial right now, to be totally honest.
I can only know what I’d like to see in the future and what I still want to exist and what I want to be created. If I learned anything from history, erasure is on-par with billegerent leaders with black and white thinking and insatiable appetites for power.
All I can think about is who will lose the most. We can point fingers at why and how and analyze the past, but we’re here now.
I keep wondering when those elected with the power to act will do the right thing. Will they?
And what will happen when this ash settles?
We’ll see the lines and barriers are just made up, just drawn in the sand. Rules and governement is a construct. Maybe there will be no more pens.
I’m exhausted, but I won’t forget what they’re trying to erase.