Everything…

A quote I posted today on Bluesky 🦋. A lot of people are migrating to other socials as Facebook has become so irrational with its algorithms. You never know when your page might just disappear.

Anyways to the quote.  It is so basic, yet so incredibly complex.

There’s not a topic that I couldn’t somehow relate back to myself in some way.

It’s true, if I write about war, I feel I have to speak to my good fortune, for the life/country I was born into…I write about the plight of Alpine Ibex goats and the treacherous terrain they navigate to reach the salt licks for survival (true story, in my drafts somewhere, I’ll fish it out and post it at some point). How does it relate to me personally. My heart hurts for the goats having to survive like that and the unfairness. Why were they given that life, when other species live a peachy lil life on a farm abundant with accessible produce and care. Relatable on a human level…

I write about my love for a good sandwich and my blog turns into an apology for my privilege, of not knowing what it’s like to go without food…. Always I am finding some type of empathic relatability to the topic. More often than not guilt based.

It feels like there is a level of accountability for everything I write, even if the topic is far removed from my reality, there always seems to be a segue. It’s not like it’s an everything is about me kinda thing. It’s just that existentially everything feels connected.  Which in turn often gives my writing a similar focal point. Maybe it stems from the amount of finger pointing going on in the world. But that’s a whole other blog for another day. Or is it, I mean I could just go rogue now 💁🏻‍♀️ - I could just aggressively/passionately say ‘people, stop the fuck making me feel guilty for the atrocities that I have no control over, my not eating a sandwich will make not an ounce of fucking difference. Maybe take it up with Elon 💁🏻‍♀️’ .

If dig a little deeper, it's possibly more about the emotions evoked, by my own personal experiences that are so easily triggered by

'everything'.

I’m not even sure if any of this makes any sense, my thoughts are still being edited, still on the cutting room floor, but that quote sure did resonate with me. It’s as though every time I go to write something, it feels like I have to write about everything, and then go back and add addendums. I’m sure at some point I will have a lil more clarity about just what it is I’m trying to say here. However today is not that day.. on a positive note, I wrote…

Footnote…

Maybe I need to be more rebellious with my words.