The world is a shit show right now.

It’s been this way for a while, but DAMN.

I’m so tired of “living through unprecedented events”. Fuck ’em. I was precendented, regular ass, boring days. I want to wake up to nothing interesting or scary in the news. I want to turn on the TV and not see a news crawl about another shooting or weather weathering where, how, and when it shouldn’t be.

I want to not feel guilty for feeling joy when so many things are chaos and so many people are hurting. And then I feel bad for feeling bad because what right do I have to complain about not being able to e joyful because so much of the world is fucked? It’s a lovely cycle. It’s a uniquely millenial cycle, I fear.

I read somewhere that millenial moms (or moms of young Gen Z and Gen Alpha) were never able to settle into the softness of motherhood. We’ve always been on high alert. There’s always been a war. Or a school shooting. Or a pandemic. Or a predator president. Or abuser pastors.

There’s always been SOMETHING we’ve had to be on the lookout for. We’ve never been allowed to just…enjoy motherhood for all it’s gloriousness. It feels like our cortisol spiked when 9/11 happened and just never went down.

So my babies were literally grown with cortisol surges hardwired into them.

What absolutel fuckery.

And on top of that, so many of us are trying to undo harmful things we learned in our own formative years, while also attempting to parent these chaos goblins.

It’s too much sometimes!

So yeah…I just want to allow myself to feel the joy of a new Taylor Swift music video coming out tomorrow.