Why am I here?

I want to be honest.
I worry a lot. Deeply.

I worry about the state of the world.

The planet is aging.
We are, as a species, going through growing pains (to put it kindly).

I live in a small corner of the world and yet, thanks to the internet, I bear witness. I see a lot, and I feel a lot.

This is my fortieth spin around the sun so I’ve collected some things.
(Not actual things — not sustainable.)
I’ve collected experiences, and they crowd the inside of my cranium. Especially lately, because the world is uneasy. I stuff the world’s stuff inside my cranium too, even when I don’t want to.

I think: if I start letting my insides spill out, maybe some of the pressure will give.

I am a mom.
I am a stepmom.
I am a wife.
I am a daughter.
I have senior dogs.
I work full-time, in an industry that gets no love.

I’ve been working up the courage to speak up my entire life, “to put myself out there.”

Have you ever seen a dry spillway after a deluge?
This dam is bursting at the seams.