I feel I owe you an apology. This year I have not been firing on all cylinders. I have been distracted. I have dropped more than a few balls. Plates have not been kept spinning. My eye has not been on the game.
Normally I am quite good at holding things together. I just did not realise how good. I stop taking notice of you for a few short months, tied up as I was with cancer, and Brexit happens. This was rude and unnecessary. How to kick a woman when she’s down. But that was not enough. Oh no. You planned a very special birthday treat for me. Donald Trump as US president. Seriously? You thought this would be a good way to get back at me for ignoring you? As attention seeking behaviours go, this is a full scale toddler meltdown of nuclear proportions. And I am less than impressed.
I fear ignoring such behaviour is not the way to go but I am at a loss to know how to rectify things. My Wonder Woman pants may not suffice. Like many I am fearful of the future, disillusioned for my gender and saddened by the hatred. For the second time this year my first word on waking was a shocked ‘No!’ But I do not want to live in fear, World. So, I repeat the words a friend shared on Facebook:
and I choose to live lighting candles at midnight, begging to differ wherever I encounter darkness. Join me and let’s live as people of light.