Sharing and echoing , my wife’s thoughts.

I remember hearing the results of an elections not so long ago, even though the feel like it, sitting at my house crying and wondering what had become of this earth and the many that live in it. I recall thinking to my self “I’m so happy Marley is white, none of her Puertorrican heritage came through. This will help her get throw some dark days on this world and survive the next 4 years.” As I had that thought I cried and didn’t understand how/why I could be so happy for something so insignificant as her skin color. Was I being selfish? Was it my desire that she didn’t confront any type of injustice for being born with a skin color other than white? Why was I being grateful for that? Yes, I was being selfish and hoping my own blood wouldn’t suffer and that broke my heart. All these years have gone by and still our skin colour and nationality define us, way before we figure out who we truly are.

With the recent events going on, my heart is broken in so many ways. Why? Is the only question that comes to mind. Why is it ok to abuse power to instill fear in other humans? Why are black people feared? Why does skin color matter? Why am I questioning these things in 2020? Why do people agree that it’s not ok to protest against a violation of a human right? Why do people still believe being WHITE means power? Why can’t they see we are all humans?? WHY!?!?!

In days like these I fear for the future my daughters might grow up in. I hope/wish it’s a better one than the years I’ve lived. That they will pave the way to a better, brighter, equal future. I still fear what they might encounter. all I hope is that I arm them with enough knowledge to understanding to see who they are and what other are. HUMANS!

I don’t have the right words to describe my feelings about everything that it’s happening on this country right now.

It hurts…

Something tells me to get off social media. Something else tells me that is like turning a blind eye to the reality. Negativity and anger are so easily spread like wildfire. It’s hard to ignore and makes it hard to enjoy the few good things in life because I can’t stop thinking about everything that’s happening.

Name: Black Betty
Style: American Black Ale
Brewer: Sockeye Grill & Brewery - Idaho
ABV: 6.2
IBU: -
Rating: 4/5
Notes:

I can’t remember the last time I wrote about my blogging workflow and the tools I use for it. It is always changing except the fact that everything gets published somehow.

What’s my workflow like now?

Well, it really doesn’t matter. Sometimes I compose on a web browser (in Grammarly), sometimes I use my phone and sometimes I use my MacBook Pro. Sometimes I use iA Writer, sometimes I use Drafts 🤷🏻‍♂️.

Where does everything lives after it’s published?

I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♂️ Sometimes it gets deleted or archived or saved somewhere. Although, I do have an IFTTT action thing that everything that’s published on my website, goes into Day One as an entry, I had set that up so long ago that I often forget it’s there. 😅

Do I care?

Not really.

I can’t help to feel a little disgusted at humanity right now. These are very concerning or flat out scary times. Maybe I need a break? But also want to keep informed. But, who do I trust? Definitely not social media. News outlets? Can they actually be trusted? Whichever the case may be, I don’t like what I am seeing and or feeling. I feel angry, sad, and powerless.

And what’s worse! I ran out of vodka.